Quotes About Expression

Now speech had left her; fear took its place.

I don't sing about myself. I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don't belong to me . . . They belong to those who hear them.

She sighed. Men were a pain.

It feels silly to kiss a smile. At best you just sort of bump teeth.

I was just doodling at the typewriter

it seemed he had to be talking every waking minute as a means of holding his own fears in balance.

Of course Gus was a great blabber, but his blabbing wasn't really like the chattering the other sports did. He was just full of opinion, which he freely poured out, as much for his own amusement as for anything.

I don't sing about myself," Campo said. "I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don't belong to me." "Well, you sing them, who do they belong to?" Pea asked. "They belong to those who hear them," Po said.

I figured out something, Lorie," he said. "I figured out why you and me get along so well. You know more than you say and I say more than I know.

He was embarked, at the time, on a book sighing—I insist, sighing, not signing, though he's pretty adept at that too.

Sanford Meisner taught actors never to look at the punctuation in a script. His belief was that it would force you into giving a particular line reading that might not be your own—meaning that you would get stuck in a certain way of saying it instead of following the impulses arising from your intention.

work, whatever it must be, is the service of God and of the community and therefore the expression of man's dignity. - Emil Brunner, Gifford Lectures, 1948

Harry Kane used a word your publisher will cut.

Tattoos made my skin more 'me.' -Melissa Maxwell

Tattoos made my skin more me.

For me, writing is a love-hate relationship.

and it occured to me then and forever afterwards, that films, theatre books and poems were just a fraud. It's only music that doesn't deceive, it doesn't pretend to be anything else except what it is. Music.

Champion pussy licker was a hell of a lot more interesting to know than straight or gay.

There are words and there are feelings and somewhere between where the two meet is the truth

I hear the crazy. She sounds crazy. Maybe that's what happens when the bottom falls out, you lose the ability to modulate—to make your words make sense to the rest of the world.

She tries to figure out how to say it so he hears her.

She has learned, over time, that the way someone laughs often mirrors who they are. How they are.

The way you say hello. The way you say goodbye.

If looks could kill, I might have killed him.