Every word the right one and exactly where it should be. That's basically the highest compliment I can give.

The words you can't find, you borrow.

His heart is too full, and no words to release it.

Yes, Dad. Dad is what I am. Dad is what I became. The father of Maya. Maya's dad. Dad. What a word. What a little big word. What a word and what a world! He is crying. His heart is too full, and no words to release it. I know what words do, he thinks. They let us feel less.