There are times when the power of language is not the power that is needed.
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.
Poetry is above all a concentration of the power of language, which is the power of our ultimate relationship to everything in the universe.
Language is power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
The power of language, it seems to me, is the only kind of power a writer is entitled to.
God is gracious beyond the power of language to describe.
Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone.