An actor is somebody who communicates someone else's words and emotions to an audience. It's not me. It's what writers want me to be.

It must have been fascinating for Bono to have Johnny Cash do a cover of his song, and hear how he translates the words that he has used. And it would be fascinating to see a great director do his...

Have you ever noticed how pretty and beautiful words can be? How easy it is to say the things you think someone wants to hear. How you can affect a person's entire day with just a few measly...

And most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another, being oft associated, until not even obituary notices them do part.

There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the...

Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.

A word is deadWhen it is said,Some say. I say it justBegins to liveThat day.

Words', he said, 'is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life. So you must simply try to be patient and stop squibbling. As I am telling you before, I know exactly what words I am wanting...

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

She had to find her own story, and she could make it whatever shape she thought best.

Keep this in mind: it is our religion to praise life. The word life is the king of words. The king­word surrounded by other grand words. The word adventure! The word future! And the word hope! By the...

I lost my voice, but I had words.

But she went to tell the bees. She felt like an idiot doing it, but she'd promised. She remembered that it wasn't enough just to think at them: you had to say the words out loud. Bees were the...

speech to him was a task, a battle, words mustered behind his beard and issued one at a time, heavy and square like tanks.

Where do the words gowhen we have said them?

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

Beware the treachery of words... Words seem to be well-woven baskets ready to hold your meaning, but they betray you with rotted corners and splintered stays.

{Words} cling to the very core of our memories and lie there in silence until a new desire reawakens them and recharges them with loving energy. That is one of the qualities of love that moves me...