Quotes About Expression

Why am I talking about all this? Who am I talking to? I send out these words, these thoughts, simply because it is time. Time for what, I do not know and it does not matter because it is what I want and that is always reason enough for me.

Make a beautiful mess and clean it up later.

dançava para si mesmo, um homem nu entre cegos...

Art is not difficult because it wishes to be difficult," he said, "but because it wishes to be art.

W]hat an artist does is fail," he writes. "The actualization fails to meet, equal, the intuition . . . there is no such thing as a 'successful artist.

I loved idiot paintings, tops of doors, decors, saltimbanques, canvases, signboards, popular engravings, obsolete literature, church Latin, badly-spelled pornographic works, novels by our grandmothers, fairy tales, little children's books, old operas, folk refrains, popular rhythms. —Rimbaud, "A Season in Hell

You can write about anything, and if you write well enough, even the reader with no intrinsic interest in the subject will become involved.

The mind that relies on cliché does not really know what it is saying.

ignoring your feelings does not make them go away; it just helps them to surface again when you least expect them.

When you ignore or minimize an emotion, no matter how small or insignificant, you miss the opportunity to do something productive with that feeling. Even worse, ignoring your feelings does not make them go away; it just helps them to surface again when you least expect them.

Listening to music, reading novels, watching films, and even looking at art can act as a gateway into your deepest emotions.

As the psalmists cry out in joy or grief, they stir us as we identify similar emotions in ourselves.

bir yazar?n edebiyat okumas?n?n bir at bak?c?s?n?n at pisli?iyle u?ra?mas?ndan farks?zd?r (...)

The effect of this was to make me abjure hackneyed expressions from an early age, so I suppose I benefited from my mother's phrasal insouciance in the long run, although it's possible that my automatic eschewal of clichés occasionally drove me from the Scylla of ridicule into the turbid Charybdisian eddies of sesquipedalian obfuscation...though I trust not.

Because you make lesbian fist-fucking videos," he said.

My soul is the gods'; my heart is yours. Leiard smiled—a sly, secretive smile. It was an expression she had never seen him wear before. Was this just her mind embellishing the mood she sensed from him? I've always suspected souls were a concept the gods invented to encourage people to serve them. In fact, I once had a conversation with a god in which he admitted that —

I'd love to see what the women wear, then." "You wouldn't believe what your eyes were seeing – and don't ask me to describe it. I'd have to learn a whole new vocabulary first.

Communication, for

The poet John Ciardi pointed out, "Modern art is what happens when painters stop looking at women and persuade themselves they have a better idea.

5:15 I have never put makeup on. It's hard. You assholes are crowding my mirror space. Gimme some room, I keep smearing my blush. Everyone's glares at me. I feel like a gay homosexual.

It is not easy to properly position and structure a book, not to mention to do the actual writing.

We were clever enough to turn a laundry list into poetry.

A narrator should not supply interpretations of his work; otherwise he would have not written a novel, which is a machine for generating interpretations.

When the writer (or the artist in general) says he has worked without giving any thought to the rules of the process, he simply means he was working without realizing he knew the rules.