I am a guest of the French language. My poems in French are born of my interaction with the French language, which is not the same as that of a French poet.

I am attached to the French language. I will defend the ubiquitous use of French.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

What's the trick to remembering that a sandwich is masculine? What qualities does it share with anyone in possession of a penis? I'll tell myself that a sandwich is masculine because if left alone for a week or two, it will eventually grow a beard.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance.

French was my first language.