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Derek Walcott

"The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself."

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"The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself."

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Amber Hurdle

"Language is fossil poetry. As the limestone of the continent consists of infinite masses of the shells of animalcules, so language is made up of images, or tropes, which now, in their secondary use, have long ceased to remind us of their poetic origin."

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Amber Hurdle

"Homo Americanus is going to go on speaking and writing the way he always has, no matter what dictionary he owns."

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Amber Hurdle

"I want to hear you wound my lovely language with your rough barbarian tongue."

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Amber Hurdle

"English is capable of defining sentiments that the human nervous system is quite incapable of experiencing."

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Amber Hurdle

"There has to be new words to explain new worlds."

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Amber Hurdle

"The dream vocabulary shaves meanings finer and closer than do the world's daytime dictionaries."

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Amber Hurdle

"In my dream, it was the tongue of what is, and anything spoken in it becomes real, because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick of everything."

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Amber Hurdle

"I liked, as I like still, to make words look self-conscious and foolish, to bind them by mock marriage of a pun, to turn them inside out, to come upon them unawares. What is this jest in majesty? This ass in passion? How do god and devil combine to form a live dog?"

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Amber Hurdle

"She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee's knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else."

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Amber Hurdle

"A dog is der Hund the dog; a women is die Frau the wom[an]; a horse is das Pferd, the horse; now you put that dog in the Genitive case, & is he the same dog he was before? No sir; he is das Hundes; put him in the Dative case & what is he? Why, he is dem Hund. Now you snatch him into the accusative case & how is it with him? Why he is den Hunden? ... Read moreBut suppose he happens to be twins & you have to pluralize him, what then? Why sir they'll swap that twin dog around thro' the four cases till he'll think he's an entire International Dog Show all in his own person. I don't like dogs, but I wouldn't treat a dog like that. I wouldn't even treat a borrowed dog that way."

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"Visual surprise is natural in the Caribbean; it comes with the landscape, and faced with its beauty, the sigh of History dissolves."
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"Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole."
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"A culture, we all know, is made by its cities."
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"The personal vocabulary, the individual melody whose metre is one's biography, joins in that sound, with any luck, and the body moves like a walking, a waking island."
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"If you know what you are going to write when you're writing a poem, it's going to be average."
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"The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts."
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"We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past."
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"This is Port of Spain to me, a city ideal in its commercial and human proportions, where a citizen is a walker and not a pedestrian, and this is how Athens may have been before it became a cultural echo."
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"Because that is what such a city is, in the New World, a writer's heaven."
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"Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god."
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