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The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.

May Sarton

The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.

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About May Sarton

May Sarton was the pen name of Eleanore Marie Sarton (May 3, 1912 – July 16, 1995), a Belgian-American novelist, poet, and memoirist. Although her best work is strongly personalised with erotic female imagery, she resisted the label of ‘lesbian writer’, preferring to convey the universality of human love.