Fiction becomes a place where I face certain fears such as losing language or losing my children.
Words," he said, "is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life.
I'm not good with words, and I get mixed up.
She lived in fear of ifonic endings.
I have a particular affliction. I am unable to say a word I can't spell.
My French definitely improves the more I drink, as I worry less and less about absolutely perfect grammar. I do speak and understand the language, just not particularly well.
What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.
