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“Tempted to type meaningless twaddle all the time on Twitter...with alliteration, no less!”
― E.A. Bucchianeri

“What's the book like?"
"Well, some of it's twaddle, but mostly it's just piffle. Cheers!”
― David Mitchell, Ghostwritten

“Two weeks ago my mountain of mail delivered forth a pipsqueak mouse of a letter from a well-known publishing house that wanted to reprint my story “The Fog Hornâ€� in a high school reader.

In my story, I had described a lighthouse as hav­ing, late at night, an illumination coming from it that was a “God-Light.� Looking up at it from the view-point of any sea-creature one would have felt that one was in “the Presence.�

The editors had deleted “God-Light� and “in the Presence.�

Some five years back, the editors of yet another anthology for school readers put together a volume with some 400 (count ‘em) short stories in it. How do you cram 400 short stories by Twain, Irving, Poe, Maupassant and Bierce into one book?

Simplicity itself. Skin, debone, demarrow, scarify, melt, render down and destroy. Every adjective that counted, every verb that moved, every metaphor that weighed more than a mosquito—out! Every simile that would have made a sub-moron’s mouth twitch—gone! Any aside that explained the two-bit philosophy of a first-rate writer—lost!

Every story, slenderized, starved, bluepenciled, leeched and bled white, resembled every other story. Twain read like Poe read like Shakespeare read like Dostoevsky read like—in the finale—Edgar Guest. Every word of more than three syllables had been ra­zored. Every image that demanded so much as one instant’s attention—shot dead.

Do you begin to get the damned and incredible picture?

How did I react to all of the above?

By “firing� the whole lot.

By sending rejection slips to each and every one. By ticketing the assembly of idiots to the far reaches of hell.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“If I say, I love, it does not show whom I love. When I say I love you, it also does not indicate who is you. If I express, I love God that clarifies my words. Be the first to talk with a clarification than with the awkward twaddle that no one grasps the meaning.”
― Ehsan Sehgal