What if, as an act of worship, creating something meant healing and restoration took place instead of pain and frustration?

...why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain ...that's why ...

Alex felt the words wash over him. He had the strange fantasy the things were seeking places within him to lay their young.

Always been a man of few words. I'd rather move to talk. I learned to speak of my own accord or when spoken to early on.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.

It was a world of acts, and words had no more influence on acts than the sound of a waterfall has on the flow of the stream.

...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...

Wagamama. Text messaging aficionados might like to note that this is one of the most satisfying words you can possibly type.

The more words you know, the more clearly and powerfully you will think...and the more ideas you will invite into your mind.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.

Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.

There are things which couldn't be expressed by the words,when you've mastered certain lesson for more than 30 years.

Men command fewer words than they have ideas to express, and language, as Jean Paul said, is a dictionary of faded metaphors.

I find it ridiculous to assign a gender to an inanimate object incapable of disrobing and making an occasional fool of itself.

Writers often torture themselves trying to get the words right. Sometimes you must lower your expectations and just finish it.