No one can put words into my mouth, but they can put thoughts into my head.
You know your heart and soul are stapled to that manuscript, but what we see are the words on the paper
I know how you are with your words, and, Will- I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones, the mad ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones that are only for me. I love them, and I love you....
Languages for me have a secret venom that every so often foams up and for which there is no antidote.
To keep the air fresh among words is the secret of verbal cleanliness.
It is not the words or the actions you should trust, rather the pattern.
When you're at a loss for words. Draw a picture.
I was pretty good at picking up new languages when I was little, but it's not like I had superpowers or anything.Kids just have an easier time with words.
I am blinded. I open my eyes wide and only see. But the secret - that I neither see nor feel. Could I be making here a true orgy of what's behind thought?
Take care of your words and the words will take care of you.
Words tend to bounce off nature as they try to deliver nature's language into the hands of another language foreign to it.
I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.
I was so embarrassed about mispronouncing words. I just knew how to smile.
They're brainless girls, otherwise they wouldn't be seen dead here. They're pretty, with ugly, appealing smiles and conversations we can't hear. They breathe smoke and blow it out, and words drop from...
... Our language, tiger, our language: hundreds of thousands of available words, frillions of legitimate new ideas... And yet, oh, and yet, we, all of us, spend all our days saying to each other the s...
Definitions are the foundation of reason. You can’t reason without them.
I can arrange words on a page but I can't seem to organize books on a shelf. Over the years, My Secret has shelved thousands and thousands, held each one in his hands. He thinks they might have seeped...
They said a lot of things to each other that night, but nothing that involved words.
I love the way he says my name. With the elegance and utmost respect of a King, just before he bows to his Queen.
The length of words used to explain something does not determine the quality of the thought. Yet, I tend to believe that the shorter one can say something, the better it is.