My God! The English language is a form of communication! Conversation isn’t just crossfire where you shoot and get shot at! Where you’ve got to duck for your life and aim to kill! Words aren’t...

Some people make tunes, but it is lines that run like moving messages through my head. Whatever else I am saying and doing often has no bearing on this inner, verbal life.

It’s not entirely absurd to think that somewhere in the past of mankind someone, for the first time, did in his mind the equivalent of putting an adjective to a noun, and saw, not only...

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

Providing, meaning to a mass of unrelated needs, ideas, words and pictures – it is the designer’s job to select and fit this material together and make it interesting.

… a man needs no camel to ride to hell, yea, nor horse, nor mule; a man may ride into hell on his tongue…

Rappers tend to use words sometimes that just rhyme and don’t really mean nothing.

Two or three notes of music can instantly make you feel sad or tense or afraid or angry. To do that in words is much more difficult.

What was a little dark, anyway? Just no sun, [Petra] reminded herself as her sneakers pounded toward the opening. Just dark, all three fine, she whispered to herself again and again, spinning the words outward...

Words have consequences.

By reading so much, my vocabulary automatically improved along with my comprehension.

Words borrowed of antiquity do lend a kind of majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.

The music is the main thing and it’s just as easy to write acceptable words.

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...

Probably some of the songs I never even really listened to the lyrics. Half of them I’d hear off the radio and was probably singing the wrong words and didn’t even know it.

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such...

Mÿnna tachton gernast spuho somen gelen Emÿna daÿda”[modern: Minä tahdon kernaasti puhua suomen kieltä, [mutta] en minä taida](“I willingly want to speak Finnish, [but] I am not able”)(found in a German travel journal c.1450)

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.

What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.

He read it over twenty times and though the darkness that sang on held steady about him, the unhurried words fell bright through his mind, going down golden through deep water, and when one passed...

The British have slang words, as we do, but it was fun.

Thoreau and Huxley calmly state what I have spent years trying to articulate, and never found the words for doing so. To read the words of these great men is to read the highest expression...

Rouge of my heart, intertwined with double-hued destiny,Thread of my thoughts, constant and rubicund legacy,Filament of my future, endeared unto my expectation,Cord of my emotion, seared with eternal elation.

In a world where vows are worthless.Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power.

His words were full of hope and threat. Like the stars.

You make me so happy I could frown. Let us dance like two rocking chairs at a KISS concert, and let us kiss like two people named Sam Asmas who’ve just discovered the meaning of...

As the chapters took shape, a change came over her. It was the double-sided recognition that this book, the last that she would write, might achieve esteem and success equal to her great novel, but...

She walked rather quickly; she liked to be active, though at times she gave an impression of repose that was at once static and evocative. This was because she knew few words and believed in...

Nothing is more despicable than a professional talker who uses his words as a quack uses his remedies.

I didn’t understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine and into the empty space inside me.

A word is dead when it’s been said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don’t expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The...

a lover of love.

If words were leaves, would you prefer fall or spring?

The term ‘epitaph’ itself means ‘something to be spoken at a burial or engraved upon a tomb.’ When an epitaph is a poem written for a tomb, and appears in a book, we are aware...

Words left their mouths to hang frozen in midair.

Words are not static.Language shape our memories, and it is also shaped by our memories.

One of the grat tragedies of life is that men seldom bridge the gulf between practice and profession, between doing and saying. A persistent schizophrenia leaves so many of us tragically divided against ourselves. On...

Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside...

Words never change. What changes is how one interprets them.

I belong to clever words and bedtime storieseven a good riddle or twoI belong to the sound of musicand dance to my own rhythmI belong to the sunlight on a chilly autumn daywhen the world...

It is our duty and our joy to communicate our hearts to each other. Words assist us in this task.

Sometimes my hand starts to burn and I am convinced we are writing the same word at the same moment.

When I started out, I didn’t have any writing routine, I had a job. Writing was a hobby I indulged in over the weekends or in the evening when I wasn’t too knackered, watching TV,...

What is word knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.

When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.”[As attributed by Alastair Reid in Neruda and Borges, The New Yorker, June 24, 1996; as well as in The Talk...

There’s nothing worthless about being wordless, it will only save your mouth from talking gibberish.

nothing puts me so completely out of patience as the utterance of a wretched commonplace when I am talking from my inmost heart.