I want to speak seventeen languages. When you think like that, you'll be consumed by failure. I'm haunted daily by what I don't know.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wish that I spoke more languages. I speak a couple languages, but not well enough to really dub myself. French is really the only one, and it's a difficult thing.
I wish I was not such a very bad hand at languages. That is one thing I cannot do, that and ride.
It's haunting to realize that half of the languages of the world are teetering on the brink of extinction.
I'm bound to fail when I write in Italian, but unlike my sense of failure in the past, this doesn't torment or grieve me.
Some languages expand not only your ability to speak to different people but what you're able to think.
I would like to speak 10 languages.
I have a good ear for languages.
I realize that the wish to write in a new language derives from a kind of desperation.
I'm pretty good with languages.
I love language, and I love the failure of language.