“But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them."
Viola: "Thy reason, man?"
Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.”

“Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody? 'Your very own words,' indeed! And who are you?”

“I love words very much. I've always loved to talk, and I've always love words — the words that rest in your mouth, what words mean and how you taste them and so on. And for me the spoken word can be used almost as a gesture.”

“She had always wanted words, she loved them, grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape. Whereas I thought words bent emotions like sticks in water.”

“Words can be very powerful. I find them very difficult.”

“But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.”

“I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.”

“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.”

“Upon Thy word I rest.
So strong, so sure:
So full of comfort blest,
So sweet, so pure —
The word that changeth not, that faileth never!
My King, I rest upon Thy word forever.”

“Theories usually result from the precipitate reasoning of an impatient mind which would like to be rid of phenomena and replaces them with images, concepts, indeed often with mere words.”