The joy of learning other languages is something that I hope I never lose. It’s really hard at first, but gaining the ability to think in different words, to comprehend without translating, is as magical as anything I’ve ever experienced.

When I had just finished a lovely French novel and was discussing it in French with a friend, I told him then when I learned French I felt like I had grown a new soul.

He laughed at first, then agreed with me, they used a different metaphor. Speaking or thinking in different languages for him is like putting on different colored glasses.