Every word I speak robs me of a thousand others, and every line I write means giving up another.
“There is no gratitude in mercy and in medicine. There can be breakages in Japanese. That is no programme. That is no color chosen. It was chosen yesterday, that showed spitting and perhaps washing and polishing. It certainly showed no obligation and perhaps if borrowing is not natural there is some use in giving.”
Gertrude Stein | “Glazed Glitter”