Quotes About Expression

I love you, Lucien, but I am a muse, you are an artist, I am not here to make you comfortable.

Which is why you chose to wear that delightful ensemble from the skank-wear collection at Hoes-n-Thangs? -Tommy

Love them all, said Renoir. That is the secret, young man. Love them all. The painter let go of his arm and shrugged. Then, even if your paintings are shit, you will have loved them all.

Moi?, said I, in perfect fucking French.

I tried cutting myself to express my heartbreak over Tommy (Lord Flood) rejecting me, but OMFG it hurts like flaming fuck.

Paint only what you see,' his hero Millet had admonished. 'Imagination is a burden to a painter,' Auguste Renoir had told him. 'Painters are craftsmen, not storytellers. Paint what you see.' Ah, but what they hadn't said, hadn't warned him about, was how much you could see.

I fink I gots deaf on me willie.

Latin, Greek, and English, plus a smattering of Italian and fucking French." "Fucking French, you say? Well . . ." "Oui," said I, in perfect fucking French.

The medium obscured the message.

Ooo ahe-e, I aya oa a, she said in yawnspeak, a language - not unlike Hawaiian - known for its paucity of consonants.

If you like what you're reading, I probably wrote it.

FYI, when I type WTF, you are supposed to read What the Fuck? Same with OMG, and OMFG, which are Oh My God and Oh My Fucking God. Only a completely lame Disney Channel nimnode pronounces the letters.

Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics?

Have you never met anyone who works in a record store? There is no greater repository of unjustified arrogance in the world.

I am not inclined to use hip-hop vernacular often, but there are times when, like French, it just better expresses the sentiment of the moment

He started skipping, but then caught himself and returned to deliberately pacing out his steps with his sheathed sword. People might ignore a tiny Japanese man in an orange porkpie hat and socks, with a sword, but if you went around expressing unrestrained joy, they would have you in a straightjacket before you could belt out a verse of Zippity Do-Dah.

You can't just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette's syndrome.

Methinks the lady doth protest too much, said Iago. Methinks the lady protests just the right amount, said Emilia. Methinks the lady is just getting fucking started protesting.

What do you want? Spain Fuck!

Voilà!" said the artist, in perfect fucking French.

Y'all got to love something. Y'all got to hate something. Y'all got to want something. Pissing on other people's passion 'cause you trying to be cool just make you a coward—a

I like big butts," Renoir explained to Toulouse-Lautrec.

Why is it that one can busta rhyme or busta move anywhere but you must busta cap in someone's ass? Is ho always feminine and muthafucka always masculine, while bitch can be either? How many peeps in a posse, how much booty before baby got back, do you have to be all that to get all up in that, and do I need to be dope and phat to be da bomb or can I just be stupid?

That's what I'm saying," said Charlie, who wasn't saying that at all.