#word

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

— Francois Fenelon

#his #more #nothing #professional #remedies

I was a brat. It was crazy, I was very picky. In other words, I didn't take advantage of what was happening. ↗

— Sherilyn Fenn

#brat #crazy #happening #i #in other words

Never use a big word when a little filthy one will do. ↗

— Johnny Carson

#filthy #little #never #use #will

You must realize that I was suffering from love and I knew him as intimately as I knew my own image in a mirror. In other words, I knew him only in relation to myself. ↗

— Angela Carter

#i #image #in other words #intimately #knew

My mother won't tolerate any four-letter words. ↗

— Dixie Carter

#four-letter #mother #tolerate #won #words

I enjoy those small chats you have when people come up and talk to you about your work. It only involves a few seconds of effort to be nice to those people, and I am very grateful for the kind words that people have taken the trouble to express to me in person. ↗

— Helena Bonham Carter

#am #be nice #come #effort #enjoy

Now when the two armies met, many and fierce were the combats waged between them, and blows were given and received, and swords flashed and showers of arrows descended on all sides. ↗

— Ferdowsi

#arrows #between #blows #descended #fierce

I don't know anybody who doesn't hate being called alt.country. It just sounds like a website. I don't mind being called Americana, I don't mind being called country noir, or independent country is fine, but the words alt.country make me insane. ↗

— Neko Case

#anybody #being #called #country #fine

I don’t know: perhaps it’s a dream, all a dream. (That would surprise me.) I’ll wake, in the silence, and never sleep again. (It will be I?) Or dream (dream again), dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of murmurs (I don’t know, that’s all words), never wake (all words, there’s nothing else). You must go on, that’s all I know. They’re going to stop, I know that well: I can feel it. They’re going to abandon me. It will be the silence, for a moment (a good few moments). Or it will be mine? The lasting one, that didn’t last, that still lasts? It will be I? You must go on. I can’t go on. You must go on. I’ll go on. You must say words, as long as there are any - until they find me, until they say me. (Strange pain, strange sin!) You must go on. Perhaps it’s done already. Perhaps they have said me already. Perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story. (That would surprise me, if it opens.) It will be I? It will be the silence, where I am? I don’t know, I’ll never know: in the silence you don’t know. You must go on. I can’t go on. I’ll go on. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#silence #story #suicide #words #dreams

I try not to be overly literal. When I'm writing songs, I write down a lot of words, and then I try to simplify it. I like to give people hints or words that make visual pictures for them. ↗

— Neko Case

#give #hints #i #i write #like