Quotes About Expression

Write a short story every week. All fifty-two of them can't be horrible.

If you can't read and write you can't think. Your thoughts are dispersed if you don't know how to read and write. You've got to be able to look at your thoughts on paper and discover what a fool you were.

We are cups, constantly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

Chi crea non può fare a meno di distruggere.

Now, with the message sent, the words said, she wanted to call them back, to censor, to rearrange them, to make a prettier sentence, a fairer explanation of her soul.

And they were all, when their souls grew warm, poets.

Why are you crying? he asked. I don't know, I don't know, but I can't help it. I'm sad and I don't know why, I cry and I don't know why, but I'm crying.

Intuited novels are far more 'true' than all your scribbled data-fact reportage in the history of the world!

We theorize about what goes on in the brain, but it is mostly undiscovered country. A writer's work is to coax the stuff out and see how it plays. Surprise, as I have often said, is everything.

Montag da onlarla ba??rd?... yüzlerini kesip dudaklar?n? parçalayan, burunlar?n? kanatan rüzgâra itiraz niyetine ba??r?yorlard?.

He must ask himself, "What do I really think of the world, what do I love, fear, hate?" and begin to pour this on paper.

Los buenos escultores tocan la vida a menudo. Los mediocres sólo pasan apresuradamente la mano por encima de ella. Los malos violan y la dejan por inútil.

Colored people don't like Little Black Sambo. Burn it. White people don't feel good about Uncle Tom's Cabin. Burn it. Someone's written a book on tobacco and cancer of the lungs? The cigarette people are weeping? Burn the book.

Você já foi alguma vez a um museu? Tudo abstrato. É só o que há agora. Meu tio diz que antigamente era diferente. Muito tempo atrás, os quadros às vezes diziam alguma coisa ou até mostravam pessoas.

Fuego brillante Posfacio de Ray Bradbury, febrero de 1993

We never sit anything out. We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

La gente no habla de nada. Citan automóviles, ropas, piscinas, y dicen ¡qué bien! Pero siempre repiten lo mismo, y nadie dice nada diferente. [...] ¿Ha estado en los museos? Todo es abstracto. Mi tío dice que antes era distinto, Hace mucho tiempo los cuadros decían cosas, y hasta representaban gente

I have learned, on my journeys, that if I let a day go by without writing, I grow uneasy. Two days and I am in tremor. Three and I suspect lunacy. Four and I might as well be a hog, suffering the flux in a wallow.

Well, if you are a writer, or would hope to be one, similar lists, dredged out of the lopside of your brain, might well help you discover you, even as I flopped around and finally found me.

Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper. Make your own individual spectroscopic reading.

Cuántas veces la gente toma y te devuelve tu propia expresión, tus más escondidos y temblorosos pensamientos?

Elle avait un visage menu, d'un blanc laiteux, et il s'en dégageait une espèce d'avidité sereine, d'inlassable curiosité pour tout ce qui l'entourait. Son expression suggérait une vague surprise ; ses yeux sombres se fixaient sur le monde avec une telle intensité que nul mouvement ne leur échappait.

My favorite tune was "'Tain't No Sin, To Take Off Your Skin, and Dance Around in Your Bones.

I fell into my typewriter with it and came up with a brand-new, absolutely original tale, which had been lurking under my skin since I first drew a skull and crossbones, aged six.