Quotes About Language

Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you every telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it.

Dammad and Groany, into her limited (tuff, tuff, que tu es pitre!) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends in their dolightful Sexsex home, (...)

They mouth love's language. Gnash The thirteen teeth Your lean jaws grin with. Lash Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh. Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung, As sour as cat's breath, Harsh of tongue.

excrementitious intelligence...

He addle liddle phifie Annie ugged the little craythur.

Hastan the vista! Or in alleman: Suck at! — Suck it yourself, sugarstick!

Saas and taas and specis bizaas.

C ést le pigeon, Joseph.

She was a little vulgar; sometimes she said "I seen" and "If I had've known." But what would grammar matter if he really loved her?

Somewhere, parently in the ginnandgo gap between antediluvious and annadominant the copyist must have fled the scroll.

We are a generous people but we must also be just. —I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.

Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no other word tender enough to be your name?

These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here.

With: Go Ferchios off to Allad out of this! An oldsteinsong. He threwed his fit up to his aers, rolled his poligone eyes, snivelled from his snose and blew the guff out of his hornypipe.

And there were nice sentences in Doctor Cornwell's Spelling Book. They were like poetry but they were only sentences to learn spelling from

being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language ... than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?

You phonio saxo?

Upwap and dump em

Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin.

Epi oinopa ponton.

A form of speech: the lesser for the greater.

Bloom. Flood of warm jimjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in desire, dark to lick flow, invading. Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrop. Now! Language of love. — Ã¢â'¬Â¦ ray of hope…

Ena milo melomon, frai is frau and swee is too, swee is two when swoo is free, ana mala woe is we!

Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-tional gazebocroticon (the "Mamma Lujah" known to every schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-Donk)