A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
Gaston Bachelard
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A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
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Poetry is one of the destinies of speech.. One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.
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