“A person rises on a word and falls on a syllable.”
“The rising and falling cadence of words, carried on the wind, spoken in a language other than human.”
“Why are there five syllables in the word “monosyllabic”?”
“Only the person who has experienced light and darkness, war and peace, rise and fall, only that person has truly experienced life.”
“Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.”
“In a society in which equality is a fact, not merely a word, words of racial or sexual assault and humiliation will be nonsense syllables.”