... separated from my mother tongue, I knew that when I spoke to her, my speech came back to her from outside of my love and in this language I loved her. I had begun an extraordinary adventure. If I happened to substitute one word for another (...) I didn't have the impression that I was making a mistake or breaking a law but rather that I was speaking two words simultaneously: one which reached her hearing (...) and a second word, an other, which was there and yet faraway, a vagabond, turned in upon itself.
From Love in Two Languages, 1990.
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