Quotes About Expression

When people start yammering about artistic responsibility, artists become wary. The subtext of such talk is that the arts need to be regulated, which is to say censored.

You can't intellectually purge yourself of who you are. Whatever that is, it's going to come out in the wash, the film wash. What you are is going to be relevant, if not to yourself, to the movies you make.

When I was 16, 17 years old, I became aware of music coming out of Olympia, Wash., which is the state capitol and about an hour south of Seattle. And there were bands like Bikini Kill and Bratmobile and Heavens To Betsy, and for the first time, I heard my story being explained to me, being sung to me.

I don't care if you get up in the morning and don't wash, don't put any make-up on, don't do your hair, even, but you have to have clothes if you want to look different.

That's the beauty about beauty; it's not like a tattoo. You can just wash it right off, and your skin is your canvas, so you can do something new the next day.

Something on mainstream radio is very in your face with the vocals. I tried that, and it just doesn't feel like Washed Out. It's got to have that haziness to it.

Some days I can't get an idea, and I think, 'Man, I'm just washed up,' but it's just a mood.

Sex in a dance is in the eyes of the beholder. I never thought my dances sexy. I suppose that's because I see myself with my face washed, and to me I look like a rabbit.

A lot of times when people get copied, they get copied and washed out. But you can't even duplicate how we do it because it's just so genuine. It's just us.

I'm looking forward to getting back to my house and my Ugg boots and not washing sometimes, and getting back to writing.

emotions fly humans toward art

Claude rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose, about to tell me he was never sad. I believe this is called bravado and is not limited to lawyers, or even men, although that combination makes it almost unavoidable.

I was inclined to leave love unspoken.

For me, art is the desire to preserve the intangible feeling of such a moment, hidden in all the littlest details, and then to communicate that to others.

It was astonishing how much meaning could be crammed into a single word. How did such words not crumble under their own weight?

When the rest of the mind has fled, sometimes there's music left.

Playing flute was the one thing I knew could make people see a human, not a monster.

Music is only work if someone else makes you do it.

There's nothing 'just' about stories. Stories are the most real.

Percival pinched his lips, sending his laugh to his eyes.

I wasn't usually one to toot my own horn, which could also explain the no-boyfriend-status of my life. If bright plumage was the key, I was closer to being a brown wren.

Maybe you should tell Sam how you feel about his roommate," Allie said. "Maybe he'd invite Brad to come home with him on the weekends." "Right. Like Sam is going to care. He thinks I'm just his stupid baby sister." "You think he's your stupid older brother, so it all works out," Leah said, backing up a little to inspect the snowman's abs.

Making art was really about the problem of the soul, of losing it. It was a technique for inhabiting the world. For not dissolving into it.

We should torture language to tell the truth.