The protean nature of the computer is such that it can act like a machine or like a language to be shaped and exploited.
In my world, history comes down to language and art. No one cares much about what battles were fought, who won them and who lost them – unless there is a painting, a play, a song or a poem that speaks of the event.
Twitter has already birthed an entire ecosystem of other sites that extend its power or interact with it. But Twitter isn’t just a platform for technological innovation: It’s showing signs as an engine of creativity for the language, too.
Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all.
When I first arrived in the country, I really didn’t speak much of the language. I knew two words coming here, and they were ‘Hello’ and ‘Shut up.’
Remember – the universal language is not texted, emailed, or spoken. It is felt.
I’ve always envied people who compose music or paint, because they don’t have to be bothered with the sort of crude mess that language normally is, in everyday life and in the way we use it.
We see and hear and otherwise experience very largely as we do because the language habits of our community predispose certain choices of interpretation.
I speak a little bit of Italian, yeah. I understand more than I speak. I speak more of a dialect; my mum’s from Naples and my dad’s from Sicily, so it comes out little a bit of a cocktail of the Italian language.
Look at anyone’s bookcase at home, no matter how modest, and you’re going to find a book that contains wisdom or ideas or a language that’s at least a thousand years old. And the idea that humans have created a mechanism to time travel, to hurl ideas into the future, it sort of bookends. Books are a time machine.
Pop culture and entertainment can be dismissed as surface, but it’s not. It’s the language we all speak, and it’s the connection point between people all over the world.
The ballet needs to tell its own story in such a way it can be received without having to be translated into language.
A lot of times, we look at jazz in eras. How can we not keep those eras separate and think of the language as one complete continuum? It’s all interrelated, and it’s all evolutionary.
Human language is lit with animal life: we play cats-cradle or have hare-brained ideas; we speak of badgering, or outfoxing someone; to squirrel something away and to ferret it out.
After learning the language and culture of the Chinese people, these Jesuits began to establish contacts with the young intellectuals of the country.
Part of being out there, campaigning, talking to people, is being able to read body language.
My mother is Bosnian. Obviously I understand the language. Serbian, Croatian, Bosnian, it’s all the same.
I don’t speak Spanish, and I get so much crap for it. Oddly enough, it was the first language I learned, but somehow I lost it throughout the years. I can understand pieces of it, but I don’t speak it. I need to speak it. I want to teach my kids Spanish.
Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.
Language is the soul of intellect, and reading is the essential process by which that intellect is cultivated beyond the commonplace experiences of everyday life.
I have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key.
I do have a regard for the musicality of language that came from BBC sitcoms like ‘Fawlty Towers.’
Language thus becomes monumental because of the mutations of advertising.
I look at a film as just a film; language doesn’t really matter. I just don’t want to limit myself to a particular language, genre or medium.
In the French language, there is a great gulf between prose and poetry; in English, there is hardly any difference. It is a splendid privilege of the great literary languages Greek, Latin, and French that they possess a prose. English has not this privilege. There is no prose in English.
I so want to be able to speak another language. I love the way my friends who are half Italian and half English break from one language into another without even pausing.
Language is not only the vehicle of thought, it is a great and efficient instrument in thinking.
In a society that celebrates the inessential, architecture can put up a resistance, counteract the waste of forms and meanings and speak its own language.
My being a teacher had a decisive influence on making language and systems as simple as possible so that in my teaching, I could concentrate on the essential issues of programming rather than on details of language and notation.
My first language is Gaelic.
Women are better at reading body language everywhere in the world. As a matter of fact, it’s associated with the female hormone estrogen. Women are better at figuring out of tone of voice, reading your face and posture and gesture.
Learning another language is not only learning different words for the same things, but learning another way to think about things.
Our language is the reflection of ourselves. A language is an exact reflection of the character and growth of its speakers.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
My grandmother, if she were still alive, she’d be very proud that I held through and did a film in Korean and didn’t compromise and then start using that foreign language of English.
The only way to learn a language properly, in fact, is to marry a man of that nationality. You get what they call in Europe a ‘sleeping dictionary.’ Of course, I have only been married five times, and I speak seven languages. I’m still trying to remember where I picked up the other two.
The body is a universal language. Because if you spoke French, and I speak English, but I move like this or do certain movements, I can still make you smile and laugh.
I love language because when it succeeds, for me, it doesn’t just tell me something. It enacts something. It creates something. And it goes both ways. Sometimes it’s violent. Sometimes it hurts you. And sometimes it saves you.
Painting is a language which cannot be replaced by another language. I don’t know what to say about what I paint, really.
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.
I see music as one language. If one musical form eats its own tail, it dies. So it needs to be a mongrel, it needs to be hybridised.
Likewise, there is no evidence that texting teaches people to spell badly: rather, research shows that those kids who text frequently are more likely to be the most literate and the best spellers, because you have to know how to manipulate language.
German has always felt the language that I come back to. It’s given a very hard time by most people for being ugly and guttural. In fact, it’s one of the most melodic, lyrical languages around. And German literature is amazing. It’s just a treasury for me.
We encrypt ‘Drag Race’ with the secret language that kept gay people linked for many years before the ’80s.
There was a whole language that I could never make function for myself in relationship to painting and that was attitudes like tortured, struggle, pain.
Of course language manifests a belief only if we use its words with the implied acceptance of their appositeness.
To experience sublime natural beauty is to confront the total inadequacy of language to describe what you see. Words cannot convey the scale of a view that is so stunning it is felt.
At any one time language is a kaleidoscope of styles, genres and dialects.
I was reading The Bible a lot through my 20s, mostly the Old Testament, just because I was knocked out by the language and the stories. I felt that the God being talked about there, who was this insane, vindictive patriarch – it was kind of thrilling, and titillated something in me at the time.
Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.
I remain convinced that obstinate addiction to ordinary language in our private thoughts is one of the main obstacles to progress in philosophy.
I love the body language of the women cricketers and the attitude with which they carry themselves.
Americans and French are notoriously monolingual, especially earlier generations. Language is a sense of pride in both cultures. I think that the French and Americans are like brothers or sisters who are so similar that they irritate one another.
No matter what your cultural sophistication or what language you speak, everyone can understand images.
Ever since the Greeks, we have been drunk with language! We have made a cage with words and shoved our God inside!
The language of excitement is at best picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.
The good thing about not speaking the language is you just listen. You listen to everyone, every producer, every writer.
Writing a tribe is fun. They have their own language, their own slang; they repeat it, and it becomes part of the texture of the play. For a writer, that’s thrilling. That’s when my pen flies.
The poem is a form of texting… it’s the original text. It’s a perfecting of a feeling in language – it’s a way of saying more with less, just as texting is.
