We no longer have a sufficiently high estimate of ourselves when we communicate. Our true experiences are not garrulous. They could not communicate themselves if they wanted to: they lack words. We have already grown...

How can love’s spaciousnessbe conveyed in the narrowconfines of one syllable?

Words are winds.

It’s the hardest fucking thing. It’s why we drink and do drugs and fight. It’s why I play music and build engines.

Sword and words—same letters, and same ability to cut down.

You mean less to me than the dog s__t I scraped off the bottom of my shoe!

Spelling Bees are useless and unnecessary competitions. Before Microsoft Word and Google, Spelling Bees had value, but now they are all superflewus.

Many who have learnedfrom Hesiod the countless namesof gods and monstersnever understandthat night and day are one

Words his soul danced to.

In other words, liberal presidents appoint liberal justices who continue to take liberal positions for a while. Ditto for conservatives. But as new issues come to the Court, or as the justice for whatever reason...

His voice was like soothing melted chocolate. I wanted him to ooze his lovely voice all over my naked body.

I think a man’s “wordplay” can be so fucking sexy!!! I love a good mind fuck!!

Write as if Time will erase every word.

In the end, it is my belief, words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.

It’s important to be precise about words, because of the thought value of them-they frame and shape so much of the way we understand things.

These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother, my heart beats in my words.

Gods? Don’t let that impress you. Anyone can be a god if they have enough worshippers. You don’t even have to have powers anymore. In my time I’ve seen theatre gods, gladiator gods, even storyteller...

What we’re doing, or, I should say, what you’re doing, since no one has taught me any good words, is dropping recipes into people’s brains to cause a neurochemical reaction to knock out the filters....

I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.

The word of lust touches the body, the word of love touches the soul: feed the soul and starve the body.

As a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight.

…at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written, even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world, were about dreams,...

These words are the same ones that the late Imam (Khomeini) said,

It feels like spoken words, this bridge. I want it but fear it. God, I want so desperately to reach the other side – just like I want the words. I want my words to...

I don’t think of poetry as a ‘rational’ activity but as an aural one. My poems usually begin with words or phrases which appeal more because of their sound than their meaning, and the movement...

…you can use words if you wish, but I’m warning you – I’ve learned how to read your heart …

Silence made space for other people’s words, which was important for those who needed to be listened to.

Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.

There’s the real world, with all its annoying facts and rules. In the real world, there are things that are true and things that aren’t. Mostly the real world s-s-s-suh-sucks. But everyone also lives in...

The past, the present, and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

That speaking the words, even if true, had little power to change the inevitable or even make him feel much better.

The two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words.

I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn’t write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky.

I write the paragraph, then I’m crossing out, changing words, trying to improve it. When it seems more or less OK, then I type it up because sometimes it’s almost illegible, and if I wait,...

Words cut deeper than knives. A knife can be pulled out, words are embedded into our souls.

Words are power. The more words you know and can recognize, use, define, understand, the more power you will have as a human being… The more language you know, the more likely it is that...

… 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...

The intricacies, the problems, the trials and tribulations in relationships inspire me to give words to people’s journeys.

To say someone is a vision is to pay them a great compliment. If you say that they look a sight it is a grave insult.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

The act of true reading is in its very essence democratic. Consider the nature of what happens when we read a book – and I mean, of course, a work of literature, not an instruction...

Perhaps then one reason why we have no great poet, novelist or critic writing today is that we refuse to allow words their liberty. We pin them down to one meaning, their useful meaning: the...

I’m from the South, and there’s a different understanding of how to chop. There’s a syllable play. It’s a delicate art. Your accent has a lot to do with it. If you’re from a certain...

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

Don’t bother to argue anything on the Internet. And I mean, ANYTHING…. The most innocuous, innocent, harmless, basic topics will be misconstrued by people trying to deconstruct things down to the sub-atomic level and entirely...

Talk like an ambassador (Eph 4:29-30). 1)Consider the person (“only what is helpful for building others up”)2) Consider the problem (“according to their needs”)3) Consider the process (“that it may benefit those who listen”)

words are much stronger than I am.

Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious.

The paper is my savior, the pen my blood, to words that shed my world.

I loathe my childhood and all that remains of it.Jean-Paul Sartre, Words