Spellings are made by people. Dictionaries - eventually - reflect popular choices.

Language changes and moves in a different direction evolving all the time. Where a lot of people see deterioration, I see expressive development

Language has no independent existence apart from the people who use it. It is not an end in itself; it is a means to an end of understanding who you are and what society is like.

Language itself changes slowly but the internet has speeded up the process of those changes so you notice them more quickly.

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.

At any one time language is a kaleidoscope of styles, genres and dialects.

Grammar is what gives sense to language .... sentences make words yield up their meaning. Sentences actively create sense in language. And the business of the study of sentences is grammar.

Although many texters enjoy breaking linguistic rules, they also know they need to be understood.

A feature of English that makes it different compared with all other languages is its global spread.

In effect we are, bending and breaking the rules of the language. And if someone were to ask why we do it, the answer is simply: for fun

Anyone interested in language ends up writing about the sociological issues around it.

Most of our life we pass by waiting for tomorrow, but not living for today.

Always do good when you're tempted to do evil. The reward in doing good is priceless.

Accept who you are and try and make the best of that.

Anything you're trying to will is focused on the future it's always associated with some sort of anxiety that makes the present moment somewhat uncomfortable.

Let them (the wicked) see the beauty of virtue, and pine at having forsaken her. [Lat., Virtutem videant, intabescantque relicta.]

There is no ethnic cleansing in Bahrain, no mass genocide, no policy of killing innocent people.

If you don’t know about Tumblr then you are not supposed to know about Tumblr. It’s like fight club.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

We cannot without becoming cats, perfectly understand the cat mind.

I don't look to jump over 7-foot bars: I look around for 1-foot bars that I can step over.