Quotes About Expression

I look for ambiguity when I'm writing because life is ambiguous.

I shall dance all my life. . . . I would like to die, breathless, spent, at the end of a dance.

Your life is already artful-waiting, just waiting, for you to make it art.

Guitar is the best form of self-expression I know. Everything else, and I'm just sort of tripping around, trying to figure my way through life.

A life lived for art, is never a life wasted.

That is the key of this collection, being yourself. Don't be into trends. Don't make fashion own you, but you decide what you are, what you want to express by the way you dress and the way to live.

In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak.

Be still my tongue, for i know not what to say; My life is lived in darkness and here i will remain.

I think art is a total thing. A total person giving a contribution. It is an essence, a soul.. In my inner soul art and life are inseparable

Life etches itself onto our faces as we grow older, showing our violence, excesses or kindnesses.

Photography is a way of shouting, of freeing oneself, not of proving or asserting one's own originality. It's a way of life.

I don't regret anything I ever do or say. I don't like to live my life being censored. I like to say what I feel, and I think people respect that because you're honest.

That is art: to give all you have. And what have you? Your life - nothing more. And to give life means to feel life throughout your whole being.

Art and life are subjective. Not everybody's gonna dig what I dig, but I reserve the right to dig it.

Animation is about creating the illusion of life. And you can't create it if you don't have one.

Life is a cycle, and mime is particularly suitable for showing fluidity, transformation, metamorphosis. Words can keep people apart; mime can be a bridge between them.

I write the lyrics based on what is going on in my life - I'm not going to write about the old hair metal stuff, like castles and stuff.

A joyful life is an individual creation that cannot be copied from a recipe.

To paint that horrible scene, something terrible must have befallen the artist.

So many needing so much to communicate what amounted to so little.

Every photograph... was a riot of luminous, out-of-focus color.

Cultural indigestion, I tell you, the gripe in the bowels of your spirit.

He made no distinction between pornography and science fiction, often wondering out loud why they confiscated the one and not the other.

The look on her face in the empty lot—that blankness—and then, later, in the sessions, the warring of contempt, wildness, casual vulnerability, and vehemence, strength. That had laid him low. That had expanded until it hooked into the whole of him, no part of him not committed.