“If,' Roland said. 'An old teacher of mine used to call it the only word a thousand letters long.”

“And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering like ivy.”

“I'll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel”

“Good authors, too, who once knew better words
Now only use four-letter words
Writing prose —
Anything goes.”

“Or. I hate that word. It’s two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reasonable doubt.”

“I don't want to use four-letter words.”

“You know when a company wants to use letters in their phone number to be catchy? But often times they use too many letters. "Give us a call down here at 1-800-I-Really-Enjoy-Carpeting." It's too many letters, man. "Hello?" "Hold on, I'm only on 'Enjoy'! How did you know I was calling? I can see why they hired you!"”

“The bearer of this letter is an old friend of mine not quite the right side of the blanket as they say in fact he is the son of a first rate butcher but his mother was a decent family called Hyssopps of the Glen so you see he is not so bad and is desireus of being the correct article.”

“It is no coincidence that the words 'trying' and 'dying' are only a few letters apart.”

“A thousand ages onward led
Their joys and sorrows to that hour;
No wisdom weighed, no word was said,
For only what we were had power.”