Quotes About Expression

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.

Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

Let your tears flow and where they go, let your sorrows follow.

I've never had a divorce, but I've seen so many of my friends, my sister, my family go through that stuff, so I try to write for the people that can't write about it. I take on their sorrow, so I'm able to kind of express it, or their joy.

I don't have anything to say about other people's art and their work.

It's a good thing I was born a girl, otherwise I'd be a drag queen.

Sometimes my mouth is a little too big and a little too open and sounds too much like a sailor.

She cared so much about her words, her creative expression, when what mattered to everyone else was the bottom line. Everything was a business--even art. She'd written the songs, but she wouldn't be able to truly own them. Not if she wanted the rest of the world to hear them.

She cared so much about her words, her creative expression, when what mattered to everyone else was the bottom line.

I just like horny songs.

I flapped open the lid of my cardboard guitar case and whipped out my old Martin. Mr. Killen seemed a little taken aback. I think he wasn't sure whether I was going to play the guitar or brain him with it. He breathed a sigh of relief when I went into a song. Bill hustled his guitar out as fast as he could and joined in. I sang loud and strong with the security that comes with knowing that one way or another, it'll be over soon.

I had a really creative teacher at primary school. He used to get us doing things such as singing Spandau Ballet in drag in the choir, and I remember loving it.

All music is rehash. There are only a few notes. Just variations on a theme'. John Lennon1

The forger was too exacting, too superficial. Only the real artist has the false beginning.

daughter's death had loosed something in Sara, a savage kind of grief that burned onto the canvas.

It's the look you give a well-behaved imbecile, an insurance policy against cosmic malevolence.

At the moment, sitting on the edge of the bed with his eleven pages in his hands, he recognized a great similarity between stealing and writing. Both were intensely private matters.

cri de coeur

The writer is the person who stands outside society, independent of affiliation and independent of influence.

I think more than writers, the major influences on me have been European movies, jazz, and Abstract Expressionism.

He'd once told me that the art of getting ahead in New York was based on learning how to express dissatisfaction in an interesting way. The air was full of rage and complaint. People had no tolerance for your particular hardship unless you knew how to entertain them with it.