You know, you don't see with your eyes You see with your brain And the more words your brain has The more things you can see
When words don't come easy, I make do with silence and find something in nothing." ~ Strider Marcus Jones, Poet
When you find yourself writing, reading, or listening the delivery of words when spoken? You know the melody of wordplay. “& I love Wordplay
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, so what happens when the person's eyes are unavailable to look into? You read their words.
If it doesn't sound insane, I would only talk about you and the only word which would come out of my mouth, will be your name.
Fatuous words I don't trust you I trust silence More than beauty more than anything A festival of understanding
Those words make a mockery of our battle. Our fight showed me the power of the human will and the possibilities held by the future
The political writer, then is the ultimate optimist, believing people are capable of change and using words as one way to try and penetrate the privatism of our lives.
Every utterance is an event, and no two events are precisely alike. The extreme view, therefore, is that no word ever means the same thing twice.
Do not worry about what words to use. Worry about why this story needs to be told and the rest will take care of itself.
Writing- the profession in which you stare at a computer screen, stare out the window, type a few words, then curse repeatedly.
I write to be a part of something - a world made up of words and ideas, which are sometimes painfully criticized, gratefully loved and can never be destroyed.
....and on occasion I like to write in pencil, because I need to know that I can erase the words, even if I never do.
Fun wouldn't be the right word... it was the most difficult, challenging, physical, extraordinary stretch I've ever had to make, in all those wild regards.
When I am tired, I choose to drown in a billion dozens of words. Cause they always be my medicines. My books on a shelf.
Shaw is like a train. One just speaks the words and sits in one's place. But Shakespeare is like bathing in the sea - one swims where one wants.
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.
It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.
I would like to electrocute everyone who uses the word 'fair' in connection with income tax policies.
The trouble with the dictionary is that you have to know how a word is spelled before you can look it up to see how it is spelled.
He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary." (on Ernest Hemingway
