The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink. - George Orwell
If I had a soul I sold itfor pretty wordsIf I had a body I usedit up spurting my essence warns youdont follow my pathto extinction - Allen Ginsberg