Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of magic.
Carl SaganMots clés words books writing humanity communication literature
The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.
Sarah Addison AllenMots clés words memory-loss
Never use five words if you can get away with one, eh? I've known dead men talk more than you do.
Neil GaimanMots clés words talk talking dead-men
Words borrowed of antiquity do lend a kind of majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.
Ben JonsonMots clés words language antiquity
Okay, let's put this another way―if what you're about to say wouldn't look good permanently engraved on your tombstone, bite your tongue.
Richelle E. GoodrichMots clés words speech tongue criticism richelle comments richelle-goodrich remarks unkind-words
We're living in a teetering tower of babble. A shaky reality of words. A DNA soup for disaster. The natural world destroyed, we're left with this cluttered world of language.
Chuck PalahniukMots clés words language intertextuality
Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.
Ellen HopkinsWords are instruments, they are tools that, in their different ways, are as effective as any sharp edge or violate chemical. They are, like coins, items of great value, but they represent a currency that, well spent, returns ever greater riches.
Tim RadfordMots clés inspirational words power-of-words literature english
It wasn't supposed to. It was just supposed to stop you from hurting yourself.” “It helps—” “No it doesn't. It just pushes it away temporarily. Just like the booze.” “But I need—” “You need to let yourself feel. Feel it, own it. Then move on.” “You make it sound so easy.” Bitterness drips from each syllable. “It’s not. It’s the fucking hardest thing a person can do.” I smooth a damp strand out of her face and away from my mouth. “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.
Jasinda WilderMots clés words music drinking grief fighting feeling bitterness coping relief feel falling hurting cutting nell colton cope falling-into-you jasinda-wilder
I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives... I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them... I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, like pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves... Everything exists in the word.
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