In a sense, every form of expression is imposed upon one by social factors, one's own language above all.

Language is the most massive and inclusive art we know, a mountainous and anonymous work of unconscious generations.

Language is an anonymous, collective and unconscious art; the result of the creativity of thousands of generations.

We see and hear and otherwise experience very largely as we do because the language habits of our community predispose certain choices of interpretation.

Nonverbal communication is an elaborate secret code that is written nowhere, known by none, and understood by all.

Cultural anthropology is not valuable because it uncovers the archaic in the psychological sense. It is valuable because it is constantly rediscovering the normal.

I am convinced that the stratigraphic method will in the future enable archaeology to throw far more light on the history of American culture than it has done in the past.

The fact of the matter is that the 'real world' is to a large extent unconsciously built up on the language habits of the group.

No two languages are ever sufficiently similar to be considered as representing the same social reality.

One of the glories of English simplicity is the possibility of using the same word as noun and verb.

Cultural anthropology is more and more rapidly getting to realize itself as a strictly historical science.

it's hard to find time to think about Kansas.

At least that left hope for him. Except "Beauty and the Geek" wasn’t exactly the proper translation of the popular fairy tale.

You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

Last week, I suggested the candidates take up mushrooms. I'll be damned if Rick Perry didn't take me up on that.

You don't buy luxury to enter a community, but to set yourself apart from others.

It is much easier to write a good Times leading article than a good joke in Punch.

You have to be able to tolerate what you don't necessarily like so you can be free.

I've always relied on producing more material than I need. With each of my published novels I've written around four times the amount of material that's ended up in the book.

Don't have much, but what I've got is yours, except of course my steel guitar.

To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning.