I collect words--they are sweets in the mouth of sound.
Sally Gardner, Maggot Moon.
“He says nothing but I know he is listening. Words are the only medicine I have.You make sense of a world that is senseless. You gave me space boots so that I could walk on other planets. Without yo...”
“It's the fricking reality that destroys plans.”
“It had struck me that the world was full of holes, holes which you could fall into, never to be seen again. I couldn't understand the difference between disappearance and death. Both seemed the sam...”
“He says nothing but I know he is listening. Words are the only medicine I have.‘You make sense of a world that is senseless. You gave me space boots so that I could walk on other planets. Without y...”
“Sometimes, when people speak, I cease listening to their words and zoom in instead on the cadence, and it can seem lovely, and at other times absurd, all this verbiage, these seemingly random conso...”
“By its definition, sound is interactive. It is you connecting with the frequency of something greater or richer through hearing. Likewise, when your sound goes out, you can no longer hear the sound...”
“If the sound of your voice is not so loud it cannot be ignored, you arent quite there yet. Youll continue to try this for a little while and then switch to that. Youll chase everything that boasts ...”
“Vocabularies are crossing circles and loops. We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by.”
“The word is only a representation of the meaning; even at its best, writing almost always falls short of full meaning. Given that, why in God's name would you want to make things words by choosing ...”
“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”
“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”
“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”