Burt Bacharach Quotes

According to my wife, my use of vocabulary is wide and varied.

I have a small vocabulary, which I move around fast.

I'm a real big fan of words.

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop.

The longest word in the world is "a word from our sponsor."

Whatever one wishes to say, there is one noun only by which to express it, one verb only to give it life, one adjective only which will describe it. One must search until one has discovered them, this noun, this verb, this adjective, and never rest content with approximations, never resort to trickery, however happy, or to vulgarism, in order to dodge the difficulty.

Words matter. Especially ones with four letters.

One word is worth a thousand pictures. If it's the right word.

Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.

I wish the first word I ever said was the word "quote", so right before I die I could say "unquote".

Vocabularies are crossing circles and loops. We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by.

I fell in love with words and I think that made my mom smile. I think that was cool for her.

Let me try once more," Milo said in an effort to explain. "In other words--" "You mean you have other words?" cried the bird happily. "Well, by all means, use them. You're certainly not doing very well with the ones you have now.

A writer lives in awe of words, for they can be cruel or kind, and they can change their meanings right in front of you. They pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator.

What a pity it is that there are so many words! Whenever one wants to say anything, three or four ways of saying it run into one's head together and one can't tell which to choose. It is as troublesome and puzzling as choosing a ribbon ... or a husband.

Obstreperous, ‘huh,” said Tad. “I see you’ve been using that Big Word of the Day calendar I got you last Christmas.” “That is irrefragable,” I told him solemnly.

I enjoy wording. Words for me are tangible bodies, visible sirens, incarnate sensualities.

It is by discourse that men associate, and words are imposed according to the apprehension of the vulgar. And therefore the ill and unfit choice of words wonderfully obsesses the understanding. Nor do the definitions or explanations wherewith in some things learned men are wont to guard and defend themselves, by any means set the matter right. But words plainly force and overrule the understanding, and throw all into confusion, and lead men away into innumerable and inane controversies and fancies.

Words. Words. I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination, will say what I want.

Every word written is a net to catch the word that has escaped.

Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.

For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words en­dure.

Some people have a way with words, and other people...oh, uh, not have way.

You're all mad for words. Words are just farts from a lot of fools who have swallowed too many books. Give me things!

Words were her plague and words were her redemption.