“Speech destroys the functions of love, I think...that’s a hell of thing for a writer to say, I guess, but I believe it to be true. If you speak to tell a deer that you mean no harm, it glides away with a single flip of its tail. The word is the harm. Love isn’t what these assholes poets like McKuen want you to think it is. Love has teeth, they bite; the wounds never close. No word, no combination of words, can close those lovebites. It’s the other way around, that’s the joke. If those wounds dry up, the words die with them. Take it from me, I’ve made my life from the words, and I know that is so.”
Stephen King - The Body.
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«Out of the slimy mud of words, out of the sleet and hail of verbal imprecision...there springs the perfect order of speech, and the beauty of incantantion»
T.S. Eliot
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