When words are put together in fresh ways there is a pleasure-giving quality in language, which brings a release of endorphins.

Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.

These words that occur to me come out of my relation to the language which is developing even as I am using it.

O Music! sphere-descended maid, / Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!

I would rather see words out on their own, awayfrom their families and the warehouse of Rogetwandering the world where they sometimes fallin love with a completely different word.

Words like feminism or democracy scare me. They are words with barnacles on them, and you can't see what's underneath.