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Joel Cairo: You always have a very smooth explanation ready.
Sam Spade: What do you want me to do, learn to stutter?
I had to climb a mountain. There were all kinds of obstacles in the way. I had now to jump over a ditch, now to get over a hedge, and finally to stand still because I had lost my breath.
This was the dream of a stutterer.
The one thing I've learned is that stuttering in public is never as bad as I fear it will be.
A friend of mine tells that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.
So by the time I got to Michigan I was a stutterer. I couldn't talk. So my first year of school was my first mute year and then those mute years continued until I got to high school.
I've been told to speed up my delivery when I perform. But if I lose the stammer, I'm just another slightly amusing accountant.
A stammering man is never a worthless one. Physiology can tell you why. It is an excess of delicacy, excess of sensibility to the presence of his fellow creature, that makes him stammer.
Speech and having a stammer is obviously a big part of my life.
You never make fun of anybody with a club foot or a withered arm, but it's open season on anybody who stutters.
- Bucky dear, his wife warned, you're slurring your words. - Slurring is the cursive of speech, I observed.
There is absolutely, 100 percent, a light at the end of the tunnel for anyone who stutters.
The stutter remains something memorable and good. I felt more at ease because of it. We were both somewhat vulnerable and, in our own ways, hesitant.
My mom says I'm destined to be the sort of man who uses big words but pronounces them incorrectly.
We breathe out lies; we stutter the truth
I'm a thinker not a talker.
My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.
You and I are so different: I am one word at a time one foot in front of the other, slowly, always testing how surely footing is before proceeding to the next sentence with ruminative breaks for buttered toast and coffee.
Many people have a gift for language that flows when they are talking and dries up when they are confronted with the blank page,
In a few short months, I had gone from a friendly, optimistic, confident woman to a confused girl with a nervous stammer who second-guessed every thought that went through her head and rationalized every bad decision she made.
The year the Sox finish in the first division will be the year you stop stuttering, mushmouth, Richie said.
He sounded good, didn't he?" added Franck.
"He only stuttered eight times."
"That's what I mean.
Sometimes, I'm brave.
Sometimes, I'm just stubbron.
There are some who speak one moment before they think
I realize words are never enough; they stutter and cleave to the roof of my mouth.
A spiritual 'spurter' is one who is given to short bursts of spectacular effort followed by frequent and lengthy periods of rest.
There were periods during my childhood when I stammered so badly I couldn't talk at all.
One of those personalities who, in spite of all their words, are inarticulate
Who are you?'
One who has waited long for you to speak.
Loquacity, n. A disorder which renders the sufferer unable to curb his tongue when you wish to talk.
Stutters and snorts are meaningful but not usually referential.
But the hobbledehoy, though he blushes when women address him, and is uneasy even when he is near them, though he is not master ofhis limbs in a ball-room, and is hardly master of his tongue at any time, is the most eloquent of beings, and especially eloquent among beautiful women.
Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud.
The compulsive talker must go through the herculean transformation of learning to quit or must become a great monologuist.
Well, no, you can prepare it all you want, but I'd still stutter.
Breathing is fundamental to speech. A stammer is caused by erratic airflow, so if you have a smooth airflow, you have smooth speech.
But he found himself rounding syllables like stones in his mouth, silently. He knew he was shy, and thought to be stupid; he was beginning to suspect, thought, that he wasn't stupid. Perhaps not even slow. Merely uneducated. But not, he hoped, uneducable.
The pause in conversation when you're about to introduce someone but you've forgotten their name. There's a word for it. In Scotland, it's called a tartle.
The word within a word, unable to speak a word
Very few people stutter when they are standing alone in a room speaking to themselves, so how much did Ted's blindness free him from reacting to the perceptions of others?
Cruddy Mouthbreather
A translator, caught in the space between two tongues. Such people tend to come a little bit unglued from the task of trying to convey meaning from one code to the other. The transfer is never safe, the meaning changes in the channel - becomes tinted, adulterated, absurd, stronger.
I cannot be helping it if I sometimes is saying things a little squiggly. I
There is a man in Bolingbroke who lisps and always testifies in prayer-meeting. He says, 'If you can't thine like an electric thtar thine like a candlethtick.
I think of myself as someone with a kind of Tourette's. I cannot help saying the thing you're not supposed to say.
I'm a very good thinker, but I sometimes grab the wrong word. I say something I didn't think through adequately. I mean, I don't type my speeches, then sit up there and read them off the teleprompter, you know. I wing it.
I never realized it until I watched an interview, but sometimes my brain stutters between thoughts, and for some reason it comes out as an 'ummmm.' I'm hoping it's because I'm so smart, and there's just too much information to process, but it's more than likely just because it's a small processor.
The gentleman desires to be halting in speech but quick in action.
You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
I don't speak, I operate a machine called language. It creaks and groans, but is mine own.
Most people can't talk as fast as I do. I'm not proud of that. That's God-given.
As a speller he was adrift in a no-man's-land between phonetic and dyslexic.
Sconser n. A person who looks around while talking to you to see if there's anyone more interesting about.
But if you put a script up in front of me to read, or a cue card, I couldn't do it without stuttering.
Bore: one who has the power of speech but not the capacity for conversation.
Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.
Sturmhond had a way of talking that made me want to shoot someone. Preferably him.
I rambled all the time. I was just like that, like a rollin' stone.
A speaker is like a lousy auto mechanic: Every time he fixes something in the language, he screws up something else.
crapulent buffoon with the IQ of a tampon.
When I first started auditioning I would stutter a lot because I was so terribly frightened.
I still have a stammer that I can control by not opening a sentence with a hard consonant, or by concentrating for a moment, breathing softly down. Growing up, the 'Our Father' was lovely, made for me, the 'Hail Mary' was gorgeous, and 'Glory Be to the Father' was an absolute nightmare.
He that uses his words loosely and unsteadily will either not be minded or not understood.
I write very slowly.
I'm a chatterbox.
I can't even think of a word strong enough to describe him. Apparently I need to expand my vocabulary. Caleb
O Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue.
One of the great autoharpists and folksingers of our times.
I'm a terrible sentence finisher. I think that's why I'm a songwriter. When you write a song, there are no rules, and I think that I talk as if there are no rules. But then I run this great risk of no one understanding me at all.
My speech is too fast; my oration confused; love knows no order.
People who lusted after Marilyn Monroe had no idea she stuttered. It is the secret of her sexiness, actually.
You wouldn't think there is anything life threatening about speech impediments, but let me tell you, there is nothing more dangerous than being a kid with a stutter and a lisp.
One thinking it is right to speak all things, whether the word is fit for speech or unutterable.
I have a particular affliction. I am unable to say a word I can't spell.
That's me
The silent girl
The stutterer
The prisoner
The smart girl
The valedictorian scribbling maledictions to no one
I've noticed you only speak ghetto half of the time." - Stephanie
"I'm multi-lingual," Rancher said.
I followed him to the door, feeling jealous, wishing I knew a second language.
Twitter, twatter, fudder, motherfucker, I don't care what it's called.
Hee that stumbles and falles not, mends his pace.
I thought you went out with the guys," Shea said, scrolling down his list.
"Nah, thought you needed to talk." Shea looked up, confused.
"Huh?"
"You know, talk, where your mouth moves and words come out."
"Shut up, asshole, I know what talking is. I just don't know why I need to talk.
I've had to work on being a slow talker.
I'm just terrible. At talking. With words.
An agile but unintelligent and abnormal German, possessed of the mania of grandeur.
I snatched the paper away from Dopey.
"Hey," he yelled. "I was reading that!"
"Let somebody who can pronounce all the big words have a try," I said.
I have Tourettes syndrome.
I'm not a quick study, so I'm always struggling for my words right up until.
There are only two types of speakers in the world. 1. The nervous and 2. Liars.
There was once a strange small man but there was a word shaker too.
Brisk talkers are generally slow thinkers.
A sound waiting to be a word.
Sai-Liber is my family name.Much like Wayfairer.You may call me Tetraphrimaportacheeq.It is much simpler."
To who? I'd barely got it out the first time.
Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
Peppier n. The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want ground pepper.
"Why doesn't the fellow who says, "I'm no speechmaker," let it go at that instead of giving a demonstration? "
The habit of common and continuous speech is a symptom of mental deficiency.
Green tree. Pretty lady. Car. Car. Truck," she recites, naming out loud almost everything she sees. "Don't mind me, I'm a gabberbox," she chuckles. "A gabberbox?" I ask, confused at her term. "You know, hon, I talk a lot," she explains before breaking into a laugh that is eerily familiar.
The man who does not betake himself at once and desperately to sawing is called a loafer, though he may be knocking at the doors of heaven all the while.
I'm not a talker. I'm a formulator.
I write like a two-year-old and I can't spell
He looked up at me, stuttered a few times, and then seemed to forget what he was saying altogether. I didn't say anything, or act surprised that he stopped talking. I just stared at him, feeling my heart pounding in my throat.
"Wow." He said.
"What?"
"You just left me speechless.
Actually just has a born tech-science wienie's congenital impatience with the referential murkiness and inelegance of verbal systems.
I don't mumble anymore, collector.
I'm not a collector anymore, pipsqueak.