Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great,
The pen is mightier than the sword.
John Teller: First time I read Emma Goldman wasn’t in a book. I was sixteen, hiking near the Nevada border. The quote was painted on a wall in red. When I saw those words it was like someone ripped them from the inside of my head.
Wadsworth: We’re like the mounties, we always get our man.
Mr. Green: Mrs. Peacock was a man?
He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.
Jason: She over-French pronounces French words.
Roy Lee: Prodigenous!
There is really nothing more to say — except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.
Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.
Words are the litmus paper of the minds. If you find yourself in the power of someone who will use the word “commence” in cold blood, go somewhere else very quickly. But if they say “Enter”, don’t stop to pack.
“Slave is an Ephebian word. In Om we have no word for slave,” said Vorbis. “So I understand,” said the Tyrant. “I imagine that fish have no word for water.”
Occasionally words must serve to veil the facts. But let this happen in such a way that no one become aware of it; or, if it should be noticed, excuses must be at hand to be produced immediately.