#word

Storms are sex. They exist alongside and are indifferent to words and description and dissection. ↗

— Kevin Patterson

#description #exist #indifferent #sex #storms

The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity. ↗

— Jean Paul

#clearly #end #father #galleries #heard

If you took away publicists and things and people spoke for themselves, then they'd have to be responsible for their words. ↗

— Robert Pattinson

#people #publicists #responsible #spoke #their

What I want the Congress of the United States to do, and frankly what I would like to see the President of the United States of America do, is speak a word of support to the people of Iran. ↗

— Mike Pence

#congress #frankly #i #iran #like

Corporate documents, like football game plans, are not easily drafted in a stadium, with thousands of very interested fans participating, each with their own red pencil, trying to reach a consensus on every word. ↗

— Jon Postel

#consensus #corporate #documents #drafted #each

The trouble with words is that you never know whose mouths they have been in. ↗

— Dennis Potter

#know #mouths #never #trouble #whose

I find it satisfying and intellectually stimulating to work with the intensity, brevity, balance and word play of the short story. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#brevity #find #i #intellectually #intensity

If you are eager to find the reason I became the Kvothe they tell stories about, you could look there, I suppose." Chronicler's forehead wrinkled. "What do you mean, exactly?" Kvothe paused for a long moment, looking down at his hands. "Do you know how many times I've been beaten over the course of my life?" Chronicler shook his head. Looking up, Kvothe grinned and tossed his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. "Neither do I. You'd think that sort of thing would stick in a person's mind. You'd think I would remember how many bones I've had broken. You'd think I'd remember the stitches and bandages." He shook his head. "I don't. I remember that young boy sobbing in the dark. Clear as a bell after all these years." Chronicler frowned. "You said yourself that there was nothing you could have done." "I could have," Kvothe said seriously, "and I didn't. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#sad-but-true #sword-sentiments #life

I would rather have one article a day of this sort; and these ten or twenty lines might readily represent a whole day's hard work in the way of concentrated, intense thinking and revision, polish of style, weighing of words. ↗

— Joseph Pulitzer

#concentrated #day #hard #hard work #i

In comparing various authors with one another, I have discovered that some of the gravest and latest writers have transcribed, word for word, from former works, without making acknowledgment. ↗

— Pliny the Elder

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