Quotes About Expression

Trav thought of the song – his song – and the cry from the invisible boy who slept in forgotten corners and lived to make people love him or hate him or anything so long as they didn't forget his name.

You've completely managed my life for the next twelve hours. Why do you have that 'nipple-clamp' expression on your face?

dangly bits,

After a murmur of general assent, Ariadne spoke up. "And oh my God, I have to pump my boobs. You guys, you don't even know. It's like having blue balls strapped to your chest!" After a horrified silence, the men practically ran screaming from the building.

He jerked upright, moved his swollen ankle injudiciously, and let out a sound like Snoopy getting hit in the balls. "Alggghhh….

And when they were playing it through a second time, Mackey opened his mouth and blew everybody's minds.

God, it's gorgeous when you do that," he said, his voice choked. "Do what?" Mackey asked, not able to stop staring at him. "Pull music out of the air," Grant

Because the songs that don't make the listener feel like barbed wire is ripping through their chest make them feel like someone's stitching up the wound with a rusty needle and a bottle of scotch for the pain. It's not always happy, but God, those songs make you feel.

But he carried that thing, that pixilated fuck-off-and-love-me thing into the music.

Crick grimaced and looked away. "Talk about being gay, you big, queer bastard—I swear you just made me all verklempt.

Sammy, I worked construction for three years. I don't know if I can be any less gay, and I am too gay for this place.

I'll be on the couch, bleeding through a number two pencil.

The music owns me," he repeated, feeling dumb. "I am the music. I close my eyes and… I am that chord, or that moment, or that dance. I am…." The crowd, the guitar, the mood, the lyrics, the heartbeats, the drumbeats, the guitar chords, the sweat, the muscle, the movement, the song. "You can't fall when you're there," he said and swallowed hard.

Hey, I can get clear.' It's why we make music and paint pictures. So humans know we're not alone.

He wanted that with some foreplay and a lot of afterglow, and maybe some, "Gee, Crawford, you are a nice guy, and I'd really like to do this frequently, if you don't mind me saying so.

Unspoken things—stupid unspoken things: Grant Adams had a finite number of hugs left.

He could play for a million people who would all walk away thinking, 'That's the sound of God crying,' and it would make their hearts better." He didn't realize he was so close to crying until his voice cracked.

Hammer", I finished lamely, as he waited patiently for my thoughts to find their voice, "we have got to find better words for the things we have in our hearts." "Words seem to be weak things," he murmured into my hair, and I could only hope our hearts would prove stronger.

Because the songs that don't make the listener feel like barbed wire is ripping through their chest make them feel like someone's stitching up the wound with a rusty needle and a bottle of scotch for the pain. It's

Kimmy's got a mouth like a sailor fucking a trucker,

There are people hell-bent on the idea that we're a Christian band in disguise, and that we have some secret message. We have no spiritual affiliation with this music. It's simply about life experience.

I cry a lot-I don't know why, but it just helps me. I cry over bad and good stuff-sometimes sadness can be beautiful

Sappho would speak, I think, quite openly,And Mrs. Browning guard a careful silence,But Emily would set doors ajar and slam themAnd love you for your speed of observation.

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.