The struggle of literature is in fact a struggle to escape from the confines of language; it stretches out from the utmost limits of what can be said; what stirs literature is the call and attraction of what is not in the dictionary.
In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.
For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody.
Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.
People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.