Amos Oz Quotes

The stitch of a book is its words.

The words of the world want to make sentences.

If there is on earth a house with many mansions, it is the house of words.

Words are so lovable. How could you not love words?

Any story that I can consider worth telling is one that you could tell in words.

Writers are the ones who figure out how to put their observations into words.

I'm happy to be a writer - of prose, poetry, every kind of writing. Every person in the world who isn't a recluse, hermit or mute uses words. I know of no other art form that we always use.

No matter where we live, we have to use words. Once you've been looking into words, their stories, it's easy to fall in love with them.

Stories that can be told through language and words don't need to be filmed.

As fascinated as I was by words on paper, it was matched by my fascination with words in people's mouths. The spoken word. And that is the world of theatre.

The mystery lies in the use of language to express human life.

I write in words. I don't write in sounds or in shapes or in flavors.

The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories.

Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of a human need for it, and it has not changed except to become more needed

Because I am a storyteller I live by words. Perhaps music is a purer art form. It may be that when we communicate with life on another planet, it will be through music, not through language or words.

She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. "What good are the words?

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

Language is the machine of the poet.

Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.

Find something you like, go into a room, close the door and read it aloud. Read it aloud. Everybody in the world who likes dance can see dance, or hear music, or see art, or admire architecture - but everybody in the world uses words who is not a recluse or mute. But the writer has to take these most common things, more common than musical notes or dance positions, a writer has to take some adverbs, and verbs and nouns and ball them up together and make them bounce.

Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words on the other hand, were a lifeline. They left their hushed rhythm behind, a counter to the slow in and out of Emmeline's breathing.

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

It's a difficult competition against silence, because silence is a perfect language, the only language which says with no words.

Remarks are not literature.

Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.