For me, language is a freedom. As soon as you have found the words with which to express something, you are no longer incoherent, you are no longer trapped by your own emotions, by your own experiences; you can describe them, you can tell them, you can bring them out of yourself and give them to somebody else. That is an enormously liberating experience.
Language is a finding place, not a hiding place.
Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.
That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place.
…only a poet could frame a language that could frame a world.
Language is what stops the heart exploding.
