Quotes About Expression

God, Jack, it makes you want to go out and convert the whole damn world to homosexuality," she told him. "Just so you can walk down the street with your head up. "Maybe

son favored abstract expressionism.

A poem wasn't really a poem, it seemed to her, unless it was full of metaphor; it took her a while to adjust to the prosody she heard in his work.

writing is magic because it harnesses the energy generated by the chaos within.

Maybe why I want Kayo to beat me up is to prove he's a man and I'm a woman," she mused to Dr. Orne. "I want him to be aggressive.

What?" he demanded testily. Trammell raised his eyebrows. "I didn't say anything." "You're thinking something, though. You've got that shit-eating smirk on your face." "Why would anyone smirk while they eat shit?" Trammell asked rhetorically.

His face was terrifying in its stillness, with only his eyes alive, glittering with rage. She could feel the force of his anger in the coiled strength of his body, hear it in the almost inaudible softness of his tone. He wasn't a man who lost control in his anger; he gained it to an even greater degree.

The only choice you have right now is the color you want the house painted, and your choices are white and white. She was yelling by the time she finished, her face flushed.

Me abruma su amabilidad. —Sí, lo sé. Sólo superada por el tamaño de mi... ego.

Why is it when a man gets mad, he's aaangry, but when a woman gets mad, it's just a tantrum?" She paused, struck by what he'd said.

Emma shifted her gaze to Steven, sitting just ahead of her at a table, Garrick Wright beside him. As though sensing her perusal, Steven shifted in his chair to look back at her, and to her utter amazement, he winked. She pursed her lips, amazed that he could take so serious a proceeding so lightly. He mimicked her dour expression, then turned to face the front of the courtroom again. The

Steven couldn't help laughing at the somber dignity of her expression. Her very primness lured him, made him want to bring out the wildcat he expected she was hiding from the world and maybe even herself.

How could an alphabet—letters that didn't even mean anything by themselves—be important? But it was important. Our stories, our names, our alphabet. Even Uncle's newspaper. It was all about words. If words weren't important, they wouldn't try so hard to take them away.

It was all about words. If words weren't important, they wouldn't try so hard to take them away.

She looked over at him, her eyes warm. "Your face has a story to tell." Mouth quirking, Roan growled, "It's a top-secret face, Darlin'.

In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, 'I don't know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.

I like offending people, because I think people who get offended should be offended.

La UANL es la verga

I cannot keep my mouth shut, even when it is dangerous to have it open. If, for example, I hear somebody, even an important and easily irascible Somebody, say that Montaigne was born around the year 1600, I simply have to open my mouth and declare: "You are mistaken, sir, Montaigne was born in the year 1533.

It may be that I have sought to cultivate that trait in myself to such a high degree because I think of myself primarily as a writer. The chief satisfaction in the whole business of writing, it seems to me, comes down to saying what is, or what you think is.

Yes, I am unalterably convinced that the translation of an experience into words depends more upon the temperament of the man who has lived through it than upon its actual content.

John Jay Chapman said of Emerson that, great as he was, a visitor from Mars would learn less about life on earth from him than from Italian opera, for the opera at least suggested that there were two sexes.

If you are not dancing, your dead.

The saber we've been entrusted to bear is not lifted with our hands; it is raised by our words.