“Exsanguinated," said Jace, impressed. "That's a big word."
"And you're a big-"
"Tsk tsk," he interrupted. "No swearing in church.”

“Zoology, eh? That's a big word, isn't it."

"No, actually it isn't," said Tiffany. "Patronizing is a big word. Zoology is really quite short.”

“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”

“Now let's get this straight. You're a pastor of a church supposedly or a bishop. A guy in your church is a big homosexual faggot, and he's a U. S. senator, but you know people might accuse you of meddling if you told him if that's a sin and that he's going to have to leave the church if he doesn't change.”

“I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.”

“Spencer, you do not need to know any more big words. You're already scary enough to anyone under 50.”

“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.”

“Philosophy is common sense with big words.”

“I snatched the paper away from Dopey.
"Hey," he yelled. "I was reading that!"
"Let somebody who can pronounce all the big words have a try," I said.”

“If I arrived in Hollywood today, I would keep reminding myself not to try to make a big impression.”