Although she would sooner have given up thinking than eating, she resented being pushed into depriving herself of either.

The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.

Open your mind before your mouth

My brain was slower than my mouth.

I don't like to put the whole thing in my mouth.

You haven't tasted my mouth! God!

And then she was tired of talk again, tired of its uselessness. It had never been any more than it was now: whispers against the great roar of the world, half-heard and less understood.

She does not talk anymore, the one who used to talk so pleasantly.

When things are as they are now, one is better off with his mouth shut.

It make one's mouth hurt to speak with such forced merriment.

"Sarah Harrell "There is no use there is no use at all in smell, in taste, in teeth, in toast, in anything, there is no use at all and the respect is mutual.

She cared deeply about words and she hated their misuse as she would hate the clumsy handling of any fine thing.

I wouldn't have ate it, only I'm too lady-like to take it out of my mouth.

"I wish..." she said, and stopped. There was nothing that could be gained by wishing for it. A final deep shaky breath, and she was ready to go on.