“ A man who serves language, however imperfectly, should always serve truth. ”
When a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man.
~ Anthony Burgess
Life's only choosing when to die. Life's a big postponement because the choice is so difficult. It's a tremendous relief not to have to choose.
We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.
Language exists less to record the actual than to liberate the imagination.
