“A yawning repetitiveness as of a man who knows few words but will not stop talking.”
“Magic," the man in the grey suit repeats, turning the word into a laugh. "This is not magic. This is the way the word is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.”
“And stop talking in that puffed-up way they taught you. Words aren't brains, you know.”
“Joe, my guardian and a man of few words, once said about Lizzie, “That girl could talk the ears off a cornfield.”
“The more words, the more vanity, and what is man the better? For who knows what is good for man while he lives the few days of his vain life, which he passes like a shadow? For who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?”
“The wise man is he who knows when and how to stop”