The Passion according to G.H. - pg. 14

I'm stalling. I know that everything I say is just to put it off
- to put off the moment when I'll have to start talking, knowing that
there is nothing more for me to say. I'm putting off my silence. Have
I been putting off silence for my whole life? but now, in my disparagement
of the word, perhaps I'll finally be able to start talking.