Words, words, word. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empire. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone. For sixpence a line, I could cause a riot in a nunnery. But now — I have lost my gift. It’s as if my quill is broken, as if the organ of my imagination has dried up, as if the proud -illegible word- of my genius has collapsed.

Jeffrey Eugenides Quotes (Author of Middlesex). (2020). Retrieved 8 March 2020, from https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1467.Jeffrey_Eugenides

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