There's a voice in all of us, and you can only get expressive through words. There's a limit to what you can do without speaking.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
In other words, knowledge of the external world begins with an immediate utilisation of things, whereas knowledge of self is stopped by this purely practical and utilitarian contact.
However, no two people see the external world in exactly the same way. To every separate person a thing is what he thinks it is - in other words, not a thing, but a think.
'The Black Prism' is a story about two brothers who respect and fear and admire and contend with and shape each other. In other words, it's a story of normal brothers - who happen to be in extraordinary circumstances.
The real art is not to come up with extraordinary clever words but to make ordinary simple words do extraordinary things. To use the language that we all use and to make amazing things occur.
The way a woman carries herself and the way she dresses ought to promote the following types of words: modesty, discretion, wisdom, beauty, elegance and refinement, but not sensuality, luxury, extravagance.
When I first read the words 'introvert' and 'extrovert' when I was 10, I thought I was both.
A composition is always more than the sum of its parts. In other words, a really good piece of music is more than itself. It's sort of like a prism, which you can see from each facet a single totality.
As great minds have the faculty of saying a great deal in a few words, so lesser minds have a talent of talking much, and saying nothing.
It must be that a man who shuts himself up between four walls must lose the faculty of associating ideas and words.
Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past then lives in your words and you are free.
I did the traditional thing with falling in love with words, reading books and underlining lines I liked and words I didn't know. It was something I always did.
I always wrote. I wrote from when I was 12. That was therapeutic for me in those days. I wrote things to get them out of feeling them, and onto paper. So writing in a way saved me, kept me company. I did the traditional thing with falling in love with words, reading books and underlining lines I liked and words I didn't know.
False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.
I've been asked to say a couple of words about my husband, Fang. How about short and cheap?
I'm not gonna be like, 'Farewell tour!' then come back. Never say those words to fans - you have to come back if you say that.
I mean, language fascinates me anyway, and different words have different energies and you can change the whole drive of a sentence.
There is one thing that matters, to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people.
The reason that I keep writing is that all my most powerful messages about the fates of wild places that I care about need to have words as well as images.
