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I can remember the lush spring excitement of language in childhood. Sitting in church, rolling it around my mouth like read more
I can remember the lush spring excitement of language in childhood. Sitting in church, rolling it around my mouth like marbles--tabernacle and pharisee and parable, tresspass and Babylon and covenant.
People want you to be a crazy, out-of-control teen brat. They want you miserable, just like them. They don't want read more
People want you to be a crazy, out-of-control teen brat. They want you miserable, just like them. They don't want heroes; what they want is to see you fall.
Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their read more
Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their place.
The English language is rather like a monster accordion, stretchable at the whim of the editor, compressible ad lib.
The English language is rather like a monster accordion, stretchable at the whim of the editor, compressible ad lib.
Language is a form of human reason, which has its internal logic of which man knows nothing.
Language is a form of human reason, which has its internal logic of which man knows nothing.
Keep your words sweet -- you may have to eat them. I expect to pass through this world but once; read more
Keep your words sweet -- you may have to eat them. I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.
A quotation, like a pun, should come unsought, and then be welcomed only for some propriety of felicity justifying the read more
A quotation, like a pun, should come unsought, and then be welcomed only for some propriety of felicity justifying the intrusion.
I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some read more
I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some words got me into trouble and others got me out.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
