Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music go their own as sweet ad that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
"The Picture of Dorian Gray", Oscar Wilde  (via dahlia—noir)

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