Words, words, words! They shut one off from the universe. Three quarters of the time ones never in contact with things, only with the beastly words that stand for them. – Aldous Huxley
Our job is like a bakers work — his rolls are tasty as long as theyre fresh; after two days theyre stale; after a week, theyre covered with mould and fit only to be thrown out. – Ryszard Kapuscinski