I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a wor >>
Man is an imagining being. >>
Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a l >>
It was Greek to me. >>
Language is the mother of thought, not its handmaiden. >>
The English language is rather like a monster accordion, stretchable a >>
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.