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"Hold your pen and spare your voice."
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"Words can be honed to crafted perfection by the finest wordsmiths. Yet, if we trust solely in the expanse of them to explain this God of ours or articulate our experience of Him, we will have brutally destroyed the very things we are attempting to explain. And if I should do that, no words can describe how badly I wish I had no words."
"Tell them about how you're never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there's always that one little piece inside you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don't speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth from the inside."
"Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics?"
"When i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand."
"The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims one turns as if it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms like a cuttlefish squirting out ink."
"I like good strong words that mean something."
"Stars don't need words to be heard, their beauty speaks for them."
"My words are my thesis, my actions are my dissertation, and my life is my philosophy."
"I allowed myself the supernatural, the transcendent, because, I told myself, our love of metaphor is pre-religious, born of our need to express what is inexpressible, our dreams of otherness, of more."
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"And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word."
"This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it."
"My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him."
"I never see that prettiest thing-A cherry bough gone white with Spring-But what I think, 'How gay 'twould beTo hang me from a flowering tree."
"Some men break your heart in two,Some men fawn and flatter,Some men never look at you;And that cleans up the matter."
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