Julius Charles Hare Quotes

Words," he said, "is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life.

According to my wife, my use of vocabulary is wide and varied.

I am not eloquent.

Words are the basic tools, if you are a writer. But why? Why do you choose one set of tools rather than another?

Words are the coins making up the currency of sentences, and there are always too many small coins.

I have a small vocabulary, which I move around fast.

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.

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop.

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

I never knew words could be so confusing," Milo said to Tock as he bent down to scratch the dog's ear. "Only when you use a lot to say a little," answered Tock. Milo thought this was quite the wisest thing he'd heard all day.

Whatever one wishes to say, there is one noun only by which to express it, one verb only to give it life, one adjective only which will describe it. One must search until one has discovered them, this noun, this verb, this adjective, and never rest content with approximations, never resort to trickery, however happy, or to vulgarism, in order to dodge the difficulty.

One word is worth a thousand pictures. If it's the right word.

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

Words, when well chosen, have so great a force in them, that a description often gives us more lively ideas than the sight of things themselves.

Vocabularies are crossing circles and loops. We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by.

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

The language denotes the man. A coarse or refined character finds its expression naturally in a coarse or refined phraseology.

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.

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.

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.

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

The words of the world want to make sentences.

Words in a person's word stock are like paints on a palette. It helps to have just the right shade when you need it.