Quotes About Expression

there was language everywhere; you could read the city, the city was a grammar

She reassembled her deranged silent treatment of the whole of the twentieth century, but it quit before she could fire it.

I'm forever writing around a void—I guess I don't have to explain to you why that is.

The kernel, the soul — let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances — is plagiarism.

Emotional transparency as opposed to emotional expression—saying what you feel instead of acting it out—is key to creating a healthy team and cultural dynamic. The emotion isn't unnecessary, only the drama is! The

Just as the natural environment depends on biodiversity, so the human environment depends on cultural diversity, because no one civilization encompasses all the spiritual, ethical and artistic expressions of mankind.

The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say I love you.

It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?

Words never mean what we want them to mean.

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?

Instead of singing in the shower, I would write out the lyrics of my favourite songs, the ink would turn the water blue or red or green, and the music would run down my legs.

She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.

If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand...... But until we find this new way of speaking, until we can find a nonapproximate vocabulary, nonsense words are the best thing we've got. Ifactifice is one such word.

It's so hard to express yourself.' I understand this.' I want to express myself.' The same is true for me.' I'm looking for my voice.' It's in your mouth.' I want to do something I'm not ashamed of.' Something you are proud of, yes?' Not even. I just don't want to be ashamed.

The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad.

I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

She extended a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

Also, I designed a pretty fascinating bracelet, where you put a rubber band around your favorite book of poems for a year, and then you take it off and wear it.

And so it was when anyone tried to speak: their minds would become tangled in remembrance. Words became floods of thought with no beginning or end, and would drown the speaker before he could reach the life raft of the point he was trying to make. It was impossible to remember what one meant, what, after all of the words, was intended.

I'd rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.

She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee's knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else

My feelings have never once cared about what they should be.

Writing's funny, it's like walking down a hall in the dark looking for the light switch, and suddenly you find it, flip it on, and then you discover the hallway you passed through is papered with the novel you've written.