“Where do the words go
when we have said them?”

“When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?”

“That's where we have to go," said Kestrel, looking at the mountain. "Into the fire.”

“We have a new team ready to go in to City Hall. Where there have been mistakes we will rectify them. Where there are achievements we will build on them.”

“Words cannot always do the work we need them to. Music is there for when words fail us.”

“When I erase a word with a pencil, where does it go?”

“Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.”

“We are so used to releasing words, we don't know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.”

“Trump: No, I didn't use the word. I never said the word, Bill. I don't know who told you -- I would never use the word. I didn't say the word. I said, "you can tell them to go [beat of silence] themselves."
O'Reilly: But the lips kind of moved in the --
Trump: Well, they might have. No, I didn't say the word. I wouldn't do that. Even I -- hey Bill, even I wouldn't do that, okay. No, I never said the word.”

“No more words. We know them all, all the words that should not be said. But you have made my world more perfect.”