P. C. Cast Quotes

The vocabulary I use has to reflect the people I'm trying to communicate with.

The only thing you have to know are your words.

I was born into a profession in which my love of words, chosen with care for their meaning and nuance, was extremely important, not only to me, but also to the people with whom I worked with.

The human word is neither immortal nor invulnerable; but it is the power that orders our chaos, and the light by which we live.

I love words, and I love that there's so many words available to make a point and to create a picture.

I know words sometimes have consequences, but I try to choose the correct words every time.

It's not what enters men's mouth that is evil," said the alchemist. It's what comes out of their mouths that is.

The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

I tell you, my friends,’ he said one day. ‘I tell you that I am the only sane man in the regiment. It’s the others that are mad, but they don’t know it. They fight a war and they don’t know what for. Isn’t that crazy? How can one man kill another and not really know the reason why he does it, except that the other man wears a different colour uniform and speaks a different language? And it’s me they call mad!

She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. "What good are the words?

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

Nine times out of ten it is the coarse word that condemns an evil, and the refined word that excuses it.

Goosnargh," said Ford Prefect, which was a special Betelgeusian word he used when he knew he should say something but didn't know what it should be.

If we look at the representatives of two superpowers - America and Britain - and look at their conduct and their language, we would notice that they are more motivated by war than their responsibility for peace.

I enjoy wording. Words for me are tangible bodies, visible sirens, incarnate sensualities.

Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. Language alone is meditation.

And Satan smiled, stretched out his hand, and said, "O War, of all the scourges of humanity, I crown you chief.

O war! thou son of Hell!

Words are like eyeglasses they blur everything that they do not make clear.

We never say so much as when we do not quite know what we want to say. We need few words when we have something to say, but all the words in all the dictionaries will not suffice when we have nothing to say and want desperately to say it.

I don't know how you feel, but I feel like writing, clarity of thought, and truth have been validated because we see what happens when we get lax in those areas. I'm excited by the idea that writers like us can actually reach out and try to understand and prod and agitate the people who are in support of Trump because we have the tools to do it. We're language people and we're idea people.

War: that mad game the world so loves to play.

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

We need to change what we say and what we allow to be said in front of us.

Thinking cannot be clear until it has had expression-we must write, or speak, or act our thoughts, or they will remain in half torpid form. Our feelings must have expression, or they will be as clouds, which, till they descend in rain, will never bring up fruit or flowers. So it is with all the inward feelings; expression gives them development-thought is the blossom; language is the opening bud; action the fruit behind it.