I have an acquired taste for language, yet it is seldom an actual focus of mine.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I love language, and I love the failure of language.
Language is one component of the human cognitive capacity which happens to be fairly amenable to enquiry. So we know a good deal about that.
I grew up speaking both languages, and for me that's really important.
I grew up in a house where language was appreciated and cared about. I'm sure that, although I wasn't aware of it at the time, it must have made an impression on me.
We see and hear and otherwise experience very largely as we do because the language habits of our community predispose certain choices of interpretation.
Language is a nice way to remember things.
Well, language seems to be something that obsesses me. I'm always writing about it.
I'm very interested in language because it reflects our obsessions and ways of conceptualising the world.
I was always influenced by language.
I love language because when it succeeds, for me, it doesn't just tell me something. It enacts something. It creates something. And it goes both ways. Sometimes it's violent. Sometimes it hurts you. And sometimes it saves you.