No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.

“First, a man may in some ways be superior to his fellows and still serve them, …”

“There are none of you, good doctors, could cope with my family anyway.”

“Good evening, Lord Corwin,' said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against…”

“P.S. I still dunno if it's art. Go to Hell yourself. ”