The words of the world want to make sentences. – 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

The words of the world want to make sentences. – 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
Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that childs world and thus a world event. – Gaston Bachelard
So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us. – Gaston Bachelard