“I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.”

“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.”

“You are beautiful in every single way. Words can't bring you down.”

“Everything is up to you. You can rescue me or banish me with a single word.”

“I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.”

“I am what I am and you can't take it away with all the words and sneers at your command.”