Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The finest command of language is often shown by saying nothing.
My language is what I use, and if I lost that, I wouldn't be able to say anything.
Drawing was a constant in how I expressed myself.
I don't want to write, I'd rather draw.
No one has a finer command of language than the person who keeps his mouth shut.
I don't write just to be clever. But sometimes I do. And if you don't have an understanding of the language, then the way in which it's bent doesn't actually register. It's the old you-gotta-paint-like-them-before-you-can-paint-like-you thing.
I didn't write. I just wandered about.
I promised myself that I would write as well as I can, tell the truth, not to tell everything I know, but to make sure that everything I tell is true, as I understand it. And to use the eloquence which my language affords me.
My use of language is part and parcel of my message.
If you want to read and you want to draw, that helps you to express yourself.