A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language. – Gaston Bachelard
So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us. – Gaston Bachelard
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language. – Gaston Bachelard
So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us. – Gaston Bachelard
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