There are times when silence has the loudest voice.

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.

There are times when silence has the loudest voice

It was 1953, and I was still at school. I'd borrowed a silent French film from the library for my 9.5mm projector. It was by Jean Epstein, and it was awful. So I rang the library and asked if they had anything else. They said they had 'Napoleon Bonaparte and the French Revolution.'

I was sent to boarding school - a grim place. The only good thing the headmaster did for us was every Sunday evening in the winter he would show us films in the chapel. He couldn't afford a sound projector, so we saw silent films, which you could then still rent from photographic shops.

I tried hard to meet her, but when I saw her in the street, I turned to a pillar of salt.