Quotes About Expression

Daydreaming had started me on the way; but story writing, once I was truly in its grip, took me and shook me awake.

Making reality real is art's responsibility.

The art that speaks [truth] most unmistakably, most directly, most variously, most fully, is fiction.

My temperament and my instinct had told me alike that the author, who writes at his own emergency, remains and needs to remain at his private remove. I wished to be, not effaced, but invisible - actually a profound position. Perspective, the line of vision, the frame of vision - these set a distance.

Only the writing of fiction keeps fiction alive.

They raised their voices, cried out back and forth, as if grief could be fabricated into an argument to comfort itself with.

The writing of a novel is taking life as it already exists, not to report it but to make an object, toward the end that the finished work might contain this life inside it and offer it to the reader. The essence will not be, of course, the same thing as the raw material; it is not even of the same family of things. The novel is something that never was before and will not be again.

hardest time: our voice will not be our own. The crusader's voice is the voice of the crowd and must rise louder all the time, for there is, of course, the other side to be drowned out. Worse, the voices of most crowds sound alike. Worse still, the voice that seeks to do other than communicate when it makes a noise has something brutal about it; it is no longer using words as words but as something to brandish, with which to threaten, brag or condemn.

No art ever came out of not risking your neck.

I have been told, both in approval and in accusation, that I seem to love all my characters. What I do in writing of any character is to try to enter into the mind, heart, and skin of a human being who is not myself. Whether this happens to be a man or a woman, old or young, with skin black or white, the primary challenge lies in making the jump itself. It is the act of a writer's imagination that I set most high.

If I tell these private thoughts of mine, it is because I know they are not mine alone, and that practically everyone is trying to say the same things and that the writer is only a man who says out loud what other people think or whisper.

Of course, not everything is unsayable in words, only the living truth.

The poet cannot invent new words every time, of course. He uses the words of the tribe. But the handling of the word, the accent, a new articulation, renew them.

A writer never takes a vacation. For a writer life consists of either writing or thinking about writing

It is true that all authors have tried to make propaganda. The great ones are those who failed, who have gained access, consciously or not, to a deeper and more universal reality.

Criza limbajului Ruptura între fiin?? È™i gandire.Gandirea,golit? de fiin??,se usuc?,se vestejeÈ™te,nu mai e gandire.Într-adev?r,gandirea e expresia fiinÈ›ei,coincide cu fiinÈ›a.PoÈ›i vorbi f?r? s? gandeÈ™ti.Pentru asta avem la dispoziÈ›ie cliÈ™eele,adic? automatismele.Gandirea adev?rat? nu poate fi decat vie.

Je meurs, vous entendez, je veux dire que je meurs, je n'arrive pas à le dire, je ne fais que de la littérature.

Vorbitul a tout propos ?i hors de propos dup? modelul lui Paul Sterian, Ion I. Cantacuzino sau Emil Cioran este foarte hazardat si trebuie neap?rat sus?inut de gra?ia primului, silueta impozant? a secundului sau de naivitatea teribil? a celui de al treilea.

MADELEINE: Well, then, if you've always been such a sober-sides, if you've nothing seriously wrong with you, if all your faculties are still intact, wake yourself up a bit, get to work, write your masterpiece . . . AMÉDÉE: I tell you I've no inspiration . . .

PROFESSOR: Good, let's go on. I tell you, let's go on . . . How would you say, for example, in French: the roses of my grandmother are as yellow as my grandfather who was Asiatic?

Un país en donde no se comprende el arte es un país de esclavos o de robots, un país de gente desdichada, de gente que no ríe ni sonríe, un país sin espíritu; donde no hay humorismo, donde no hay risa, hay cólera y odio.

Poezia este destinata poeziei si nu publicului. Poetul nu are nevoie de public. Publicul confunda poezia cu sansoneta.

He would say ect. instead of ect., and thus instead of ect., instead of ect. and thus and so forth!

A writer never has a vacation. For a writer, life consists of either writing, or thinking about writing.