Every word I speak robs me of a thousand others, and every line I write means giving up another.
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Every word I speak robs me of a thousand others, and every line I write means giving up another.
“Only a literalist at loving would expect to plug ahead like the highway people’s line machine, straight over hill and dale, unwavering and ready, in a single stripe of kiss and covering, steady on
FROM
START
TO
FINISH”
William H. Gass