Words', he said, 'is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life. So you must simply try to be patient and stop squibbling. As I am telling you before, I know exactly what words I am wanting to say, but somehow or other they is always getting squiff-squiddled around.

Words can be very powerful. I find them very difficult.

I am the one who has felt most deeply the stuttering of the tongue in its relation to thought.

We are struggling with language.
We are engaged in a struggle with language.

It was as if he had come to mistrust words somehow. Words, and the sentiments words carried.

It always seemed to me that [Henry James] had a kind of rush of words to the head and never stopped to sort them out properly.

There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.

There arises from a bad and inapt formation of words, a wonderful obstruction to the mind.

With words woven into almost every detail of his life, it seems amazing that Mr. Mets' thinking on the subject of language should be so limited.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

It's like a battle, trying to find the right words to say at the right time.

Why — why — ” stammered the youth struggling with his balking tongue.

Nothing said in words ever came out quite even. Things in words got twisted and ran together, instead of staying straight and fitting together.

My words itch at your ears till you understand them