“And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!”
“Words are the instruments you play to the song of your ideas, you're just playing covers.”
“A kitten, a nice, little, sleek playful kitten, that I can play with, and teach, and feed, and feed, and feed!”
“Words. Words. I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination, will say what I want.”
“Playing with fire Kitten?”
“What are you doing?” she cried in protest.“Playing,” he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.”