“I cursed. (S-word, f-word, s-word, d-word, s-word times three, f-word, and a z-word I made up on the spot.) I kicked a brick wall. I said the z-word again in response to the pain that came from kicking a brick wall.”

“- "Control what an interesting word for you to be dwelling on"- "I have other words" I scream the F-Word in my head, over and over again.”

“That was when I first observed a phenomenon I now call the "New York Slide": you offer your words to try to communicate and connect with someone, but your words just hit a brick wall the person has erected to ward off human contact- the words slide down it and roll away.”

“My confession begins," Father S said, "as the confessions of many men begin - with three words""Father forgive me?" Michael hazarded a guess. Father S signed."I met Eleanor.”

“Whose cruel idea was it for the word “lisp” to have an “s” in it?”

“I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.”