As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner, 171-172

critic10sThat was when I learned that words are not food; that words don’t ever fit even what they are trying to say at. I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had the fear; pride, who never had the pride… that we had had to use one another by words like spiders dancing by their mouths from a mean, swinging and twisting and never touching, and that only through the blows of the switch could my blood and their blood flow as one stream….

…He had a word, too, Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time, I knew that that word was like others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.

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As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner, 171-172