I am under the spell of language, which has ruled me since I was 10.
I've always loved the word blunderbuss. I've always thought that it was a beautiful word and that it could mean several different things.
If I hear an interesting turn of phrase on TV, I'll repeat it back - I just like to roll it around on my tongue. The same goes for dialog: I'll either speak it aloud or whisper it. I definitely sit in front of my computer and mutter. People have mentioned it.
I loved the sound of the words, even if I was not entirely sure what all of them meant.
I never met a word I didn't love
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.
You have to fall in love with hanging around words.
There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.
First I think I was interested in the stories, and later on, I became more interested in the language itself, so the stories became almost secondary, but it was kind of a background music for my life.
But he thought all the strange words were beautiful, and he had never had a book of his own before.
I'm quite obsessed with words.
I love accents, I love listening to people talk, I like to try to emulate it as accurately as I can.
In the beginning, we're told, was the word. Every once in a while someone shows up on the planet who is word-obsessed and word-gifted; and the light and darkness get named again. In our day, that someone is Buechner.
Every usage, no matter how bizarre or nonstandard, fascinates me, as it tells me something about the way language is evolving.
Dinted dimpled wimpled-his mind wandered down echoing corridors of assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
I find it hugely exciting to be dealing with another writer's language.
It is curious and interesting to notice what an attraction a fussy, mincing, nickel-plated word has for you.
The Pivot Questionnaire that I ask other people, when I have on rare occasion answered it, the answer to the question, "What turns you on?" Is words. Not mine, other people's. Words, words, words, that's what turns me on.
