Writers: The Bad Ones Rape Her


Ray Bradbury once said:

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them, at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us…

Do you know why books such as this are so important? …The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

So now do you see why books are hated and feared, they show the pores on the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon phases, or less, hairless, expressionless. We’re living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam.

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