Talking was like throwing a baseball. You couldn’t plan it out beforehand. You just had to let it go and see what happened. You had to throw out words without knowing whether anyone would catch them—you had to throw out words you knew no one would catch. You had to send your words out where they weren’t yours anymore. It felt better to talk with a ball in your hand, it felt better to let the ball do the talking. But the world, nonbaseball world, the world of love and sex and jobs and friends, was made of words.
Chard Harbach, The Art of Fielding