Quotes About Expression

One writes with one's desire, and I am not through desiring.

El texto que usted escribe debe demostrarme que me desea. Esa prueba existe: es la escritura. La escritura es esto: la ciencia de los gozos del lenguaje, su kamasutra (de esta ciencia no hay más que un tratado: la escritura misma).

In wrestling, as on the stage in antiquity, one is not ashamed of one's suffering, one knows how to cry, one has a liking for tears.

The writer is the prey of an inner god who speaks at all times, without bothering, tyrant that he is, with the holidays of his medium. Writers are on holiday, but their Muse is awake, and gives birth non-stop.

Love's atopia, characteristic which causes it to escape all dissertations, would be that *ultimately* it is possible to talk about love only *according to a strict allocutive determination*; whether philosophical, gnomic, lyric, or novelistic, there is always, in the discourse upon love, a person whom one addresses, though this person may have shifted to the condition of a phantom or a creature still to come. No one wants to speak of love unless it is *for* someone.).

Language is a skin : I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

If only we could put our minds in plaster casts like our legs! But I cannot keep from thinking from speaking; no director is there to interrupt the interior movie I keep making of myself, someone to shout *Cut!* Volubility is a specifically human misery; I am language mad; no one listens to me, no one looks at me, but...I go on talking

I take a role: *I am the one who is going to cry; and I play this role for myself *and it makes me cry* I am my own theater.

è sterile ricondurre l'opera a qualcosa di puramente esplicito, perché allora non c'è, immediatamente, più nulla da dirne e perché la funzione dell'opera non può consistere nel chiudere le labbra di coloro che la leggono

12 de noviembre Hoy—día de mi cumpleaños—estoy enfermo y no puedo—no puedo ya decírselo a ella.

I want you to know that I don't want to show my feelings; that is the message I address to the other...I advance pointing to my mask.

I love you is in my head; but I imprison it behind my lips. I do not divulge. I say silently to who is no longer or is not yet the other: *I keep myself from loving you*

There are nightmares in which the Mother appears, her face hardened into a cold and severe expression. The fade-out of the loved object is the terrifying return of the Wicked Mother, the inexplicable retreat of love, the well-known abandonment of which the Mystics complain : God exists, the Mother is present, but they no longer love.

Po mome ukusu, ništa nije indiskretnije od posmatranja nekog dok piše: još je indiskretnije videti nekog da ?ita jedva primetno mi?u?i usnama. Markizu de Sadu je nedostajao taj prizor (za njega isuviše blag): uhvatiti eksplozije na usnama onog koji poluglasno ?ita neki tekst u procesu artikulisanja. Ništa od te minule erotike više nije mogu?e: danas su pisanje i ?itanje skrovite prakse.

3 de abril de 1978 Desesperación: la palabra es demasiado teatral, forma parte del lenguaje. Una piedra.

I always write from my own experiences, whether I've had them or not.

I'm not trying as a writer to be smart or to understand the inner workings of my narrator, I'm trying to survive the typing of this story.

The truth is I am an unlucky honest man that speaks my sentiments to all and with emphasis.

People did not always realize how observant he was. "His eyes retire inward . . . and have nothing of fire or animation or openness in their expression," said Edward Thornton, a young British diplomat, who added that Washington "possesses the two great requisites of a statesman, the faculty of concealing his own sentiments, and of discovering those of other men.

He dabbled in watercolors, attended the theater, and quoted liberally from Shakespeare and Dickens.

For legal reasons, everyone was cautioned not to exchange thoughts on paper.)

He also excelled as a debater, demonstrating that beneath his reserved manner he could articulate his thoughts forcefully.

Hamilton always expressed himself frankly, no matter what the consequences.

With me it has always been a maxim rather to let my designs appear from my works than by my expressions.