To her, writing is making stock and reading is sipping broth, but only the spoken word is the full roasted chicken.

Yann Martel
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To her, writing is making stock and reading is sipping broth, but only the spoken word is the full roasted chicken. In this quote by Osamu Dazai, the author speaks of the pleasures of using language to write and read. The author compares these two activities in a very direct manner, implying that through literature we come to our senses and begin to find our true selves.

Source: The High Mountains Of Portugal

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