Quotes About Expression

Just because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve—" "You don't even wear your heart in your chest

Don't hurt her!" I demanded, then shifted my expression to one I hoped looked lascivious enough. "I like untouched skin." Tom flushed. "Ah, we couldn't find a virgin.

I'd said thank you. And apologized. It was more than I thought I'd ever do. You're welcome, he said, his expression lost in the shadows. I'll see what I can do about the no lying... thing. And inclining his head, he vanished.

All right, all right! Don't lose your panties. No, wait. You don't have any, do you?

Only three flowers?" he said, clearly thinking that I should have more, and I smiled nervously. I didn't want a bouquet.

I reached to push my hair out of my eyes, finding someone had tied a knot it in. My face screwed up in anger as I realized it was a HAPA knot. Real funny.

Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.

Son of a beaver biscuit…

Writing is fundamentally an act of insurrection.

Language is but a huge set of false analogies. There has to be a better way to make a point.

It was a mistake to speak one's mind at any time, unless it perfectly matched your political purpose; and it never did.

No one cares about books, that's why you can write anything you want in them.

I don't know how I'll be as a shaman. I'll find out when I try it. You both know me. You've known me since before we even had names. I can't travel in my dreams, or above the sky. There aren't any spirits that talk to me or through me. I can't sing the songs. I can't help people who are sick. But I'll tell you this, and he raised his right forefinger before them and seized them with his eyes: —I can paint that fucking cave.

Maybe that's what a marriage is," Mqaret said. "Whistling together. Some kind of performance. I mean, not just a conversation, but a performance.

That's why you aren't hearing from anyone out there. That's why the great silence persists. There are many other living intelligences out there, no doubt, but they can't leave their home planets any more than we can, because life is a planetary expression, and can only survive on its home planet." "But

Much of human language is said to be fundamentally metaphorical. This is not good news. Metaphor, according to Aristotle, is an intuitive perception of a similarity in dissimilar things.

Sure, we could have big trucks too. We could have a monster truck pull right on the White House lawn." "Monster truck." Joe smiled at the phrase.

first bars of Tchaikovsky's Fourth Symphony.

Therefore, simple syllogism: human language is futile and stupid. Meaning furthermore that human narratives are futile and stupid.

Buildings express values, they have a sort of grammar, and rooms are the sentences.

Art should be used to change things.

This is the thing itself, there are no words for this. This is what words ask for.

Genius is not a matter of intelligence, but of spirit; and we cannot speak accurately of the spirit in any language but music.

Frank's French was worse than no French at all, like listening to someone attack the language with a hatchet.