I'm a screamer and a yeller. When I want something, all I do is yell, and I get responses.
Pithy sentences are like sharp nails which force truth upon our memory.
Sometimes you just need to raise your voice. And sometimes a little anger is necessary, to be honest.
My words are my bullets.
I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.
The words of some men are thrown forcibly against you and adhere like burrs.
How difficult it is to sound persuasive at the top of one's voice!
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.
You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
He formed his sentences hesitantly and then threw them at me with such force that I felt as if I were receiving a present each time
the ruder lecturers are, and the louder their voices, the more converts they make to their opinions.
It is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
