“Words, words, words, a million million words circle in my head like hawks, waiting to dive onto the page to rend and tear the only two words I want to write.Why me?”
“The first million words are the hardest.”
“Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.”
“The only thing better than word of mouth is words of mouth. Give me at least two words.”
“Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.”
“Words. I'm surrounding by thousands of words. Maybe millions...Deep within me, words pile up in huge drifts. Mountains of phrases and sentences and connected ideas. Clever expressions. Jokes. Love songs...I have never spoken one single word. I am almost eleven years old.”