When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?

I don't know what to say about it, except that it moved me in a way one hopes to be moved each time he begins a book.

Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

What avail is honour or a sword against a pen?

If words can be lethal weapons, I must provide them with an arsenal.