#inarticulate

I was in enough to get along with people. I was never socially inarticulate. Not a loner. And that saved my life, saved my sanity. That and the writing. But to this day I distrust anybody who thought school was a good time. Anybody. ↗

— Stephen King

#anybody #day #distrust #enough #get

Although I was entirely relaxed on camera, if I had to stand up and say something to an assembled group of people, I was rendered all but inarticulate. ↗

— Jessica Savitch

#assembled #camera #entirely #group #had

Thousands of women are crushed and made inarticulate by that system and never develop as their natures would force them to develop were they in a decent environment. ↗

— Agnes Smedley

#decent #develop #environment #force #inarticulate

Verbosity leads to unclear, inarticulate things. ↗

— Al Gore

#leads #things #unclear

My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their best interests. ↗

— Joan Didion

#am #best #best interests #counter #forget

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#had #inarticulate #lifetime #memories #once

You tell me one other person that graduated from Yale that is as inarticulate as Bush. Yale's a great school, and here's this idiot. ↗

— Al Jourgensen

#graduated #great #here #idiot #inarticulate

What the poor, the weak, and the inarticulate desperately require is power, organization, and a sense of identity and purpose, not rarefied advice of political scientists. ↗

— Paul Wellstone

#desperately #identity #inarticulate #organization #political

Your scorn for mediocrity blinds you to its vast primitive power. You stand in the glare of your own brilliance, unable to see into the dim corners of the room, to dilate your eyes and see the potential dangers of the mass, the wad of humanity. Even as I tell you this, dear student, you cannot quite believe that lesser men, in whatever numbers, can really defeat you. But we are in the age of the mediocre man. He is dull, colorless, boring — but inevitably victorious. The amoeba outlives the tiger because it divides and continues in its immortal monotony. The masses are the final tyrants. See how, in the arts, Kabuki wanes and withers while popular novels of violence and mindless action swamp the mind of the mass reader. And even in that timid genre, no author dares to produce a genuinely superior man as his hero, for in his rage of shame the mass man will send his yojimbo, the critic, to defend him. The roar of the plodders is inarticulate, but deafening. They have no brain, but they have a thousand arms to grasp and clutch at you, drag you down. ↗

— Trevanian

#inarticulate #masses #shibumi #wad #age