The most important things
are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed
of, because words diminish them — words shrink things
that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more
than living size when they’re brought out. But
it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important
things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried,
like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal
away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only
to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding
what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so
important that you almost cried while you were saying it.
That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked
within not for want of a teller but for want of an
understanding ear.
— Stephen King