1. ''City,'' I said. ''My beautiful city''. And the words slipped into my bloodstream and made it real and me intensely happy for the first time in a long time. For it was then that I saw that I, sad and confused and full of longing, through my new love for the new language, and through the renaming of things, could claim my stake in the New World.
2. 'I wanted to breathe in French with André, I wanted to sweat French sweat. It was the rhythm and pulse of his French I wanted, the body of it... Learning French and learning to think, learning to desire, is all mixed up in my head, until I can't tell the difference.'
3. 'But now the language has entered my body, has incorporated itself in the softest tissue of my being. ''Darling,'' I say to my lover, ''my dear,'' and the words are filled and brimming with the motions of my desire; they curve themselves within my mouth to the complex music of tenderness.'
4. 'When I fall in love, I am seduced by language.'