Daniel Handler Quotes

All people in the world - who are not hermits or mutes - speak words. They speak different languages, but they speak words. They say, "How are you" or "I'm not feeling well" all over the world. These common words - these common elements that we have between us - the writer has to take some verbs and nouns and pronouns and adjectives and adverbs and arrange them in a way that sound fresh.

I love words.

If you can talk, you can write.

My writing is about connecting ways of talking to human relationships. My purpose is to show that linguistics has something to offer in understanding and improving relationships.

Words are what created our world. Words are what keep it going.

As fascinated as I was by words on paper, it was matched by my fascination with words in people's mouths. The spoken word. And that is the world of theatre.

I'm so language-based and I'm so about communicating, and my art has always been very audience-based, and very about being functional and communicating something, and about feeling like I have to be heard.

I wish to God,” said Gideon with mild exasperation, “that you’d talk—just once—in prose like other people.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception.

We speak naturally but spend all our lives trying to write naturally.

Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.

Leave words to them whom words, not doings, move.

Language is a form of organized stutter.

For me, speaking is work. It's not like when you breathe.

There never was an age in which so many people were able to write badly.

Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.

Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.

It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.

Words, mademoiselle, are only the outer clothing of ideas.

I wanted to tell him so. Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.

Some people have a way with words, and other people...oh, uh, not have way.

You're all mad for words. Words are just farts from a lot of fools who have swallowed too many books. Give me things!

Words were her plague and words were her redemption.