We speak a single word, and no sooner is it spoken than it disperses
to join all such idential words, and each time one of those is
used, each time we say "love," or "good," for example, its power
is diminished by some tiny increment, becoming, although never
reaching, some theoretical level of pure meaninglessness that must
be, after all, the same as the unutterable.
- Jim Krusoe. Los Angeles Times Book Review,
12/25/94