Language -- "He reached Q . . . Z is only reached once by one man in a generation. Still, if he could reach R it would be something . . . what is R?" (To the Lighthouse 31) "English, which can express the thoughts of Hamlet and the tragedy of Lear, has no words for the shiver and the headache" (On Being Ill 34) "In illness words seem to possess a mystic quality. We grasp what is beyond their surface meaning, gather instinctively this, that, and the other - a sound, a color, here a stress, there a pause - which the poet, knowing words to be meagre in comparison with ideas, has strewn about his page to evoke, when collected, a state of mind which neither words can express nor the reason explain" (On Being Ill) "In the beginning was the word" (The Walls Do Not Fall) "Language is like poppies. It just takes something to churn the earth round them up, and when it does up come the sleeping words, bright red, fresh, blowing about. Then the seedbeds rattle, the seeds fall out. Then there's even more language waiting to come up" (Autumn 69)