Language is a ladder that always falls short of reality.

Toxemia. A word that starts so harsh and ends so gently.

Mastery of language affords one remarkable opportunities.

We breathe in our first language, and swim in our second.

Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.

It's embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is.

The limits of your language are the limits of your world.

English isn’t my first language—gibberish is.

Two languages in one brain? No one can live at that speed!

Poetry is the art of using language to transcend language.

Signs form a language, but not the one you think you know.

Right on cue, I figured out the letter that comes after P.

I know grammar by ear only, not by note, not by the rules.

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.

Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty.