DERRIDA AND LANGUAGE

I only have one language and it is not mine.

I remain in it.

I in­habit it. 

It inhabits me. 

It always preceded me. 

It is me. 

I would not be myself outside it. 

It constitutes me, and also prescribes a monastic solitude for me, as if, even before learning to speak, I had been bound by some vows. 

Lastingly.

Jacques Derrida