“I have heard no word of my own language; I am rendered dumb.”
“I am influenced by words and the chewiness of language”
“It is my own language, limited as it is. I will have to learn to work with it. There was a kind of poetry I was seeking in my prose, word to be laid against word in just a certain way, a kind of word color, a march of words and sentences, the color to be squeezed out of simple words, simple sentence construction.”
“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.”
“I increasingly feel that my writing creates me...I am the invention of my own words~”
“I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.”