“But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them."Viola: "Thy reason, man?"Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.”

“I have officially decided that I will document every word I say. Not for the reason that I need to remember them, but for the fact that I can edit the words later.”

“The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody? 'Your very own words,' indeed! And who are you?”

“Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody. "Your very own words," indeed ! And who are you?”

“I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.”

“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.”