At one magical instant in your early childhood, the
page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning.
Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes
opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader. [Alberto
Manguel, A
History of Reading]
Words have always been integral to me. As essential as
breathing. Words heal me. Words shape me. And only words can open me wide and
big as the sky. Whether reading them or writing them, words give me everything.
In the library I felt better, words you could trust
and look at till you understood them, they couldn't change half way through a
sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie. [Jeanette
Winterson, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit]
There is much to BE said for writing things down…and NOT. It’s
a risk, for sure, to write words that shall ever after BE mine. But how amazing
that I can live on forever BEcause I took that risk.
You can only fit so many words in a postcard, only so
many in a phone call, only so many into space before you forget that words are
sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness. [Sarah Kay]
This is both an important and overlooked concept; one I won’t
forget.
I love you, Currie
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