A writer who is in a hurry to be understood today or tomorrow runs the danger of being misunderstood the day after tomorrow.
No one would talk much in society if they knew how often they misunderstood others.
As I grow older, the idea takes increasing hold in me that we’ve misunderstood our own delicacy and diversity as human beings.
Anybody who writes doesn’t like to be misunderstood.
I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.
It is impossible to speak in such a way that you cannot be misunderstood.
The problem with merely writing so that you can be understood is that the wrong people, in advancing their agendas, are only too ready to misunderstand you. Writing so that you cannot be misunderstood anticipates and preempts those who would willfully distort what you are trying to say.