Quotes About Expression

Tienes razón. Muy aburrida. Empezaré a coleccionar sellos. Eso es interesante, ¿no? - No. A menos que te los vayas a pegar por el cuerpo y los utilices como ropa.

She was fierce, ready to scold, but when she saw him, really saw him, she faltered. Her expression warred with itself - ferocity with awe - and awe won out. She cast a sidelong glance at Karou and said, in helpless amazement, "Oh, hell. Must. Mate. Immediately.

Here, captured between covers, was the history of the human imagination, and nothing had ever been more beautiful, or fearsome, or bizarre.

Inspired, Karou said, 'Hey! That's what you should do for your project. Make a giant puppeteer, and you be the marionette. You know? You could make it so that when you move, it's like, I don't know, reverse puppetry. Has anyone done that before? You're the puppet, dancing from strings, but really it's your movements that are making the puppeteer's hands move?

The silence felt like an empty speech bubble: It took up space but there were no words. Karou…

De su hombro colgaba un portafolio de dibujo y sobre su pelo - largo, suelto y de color azul eléctrico - se había formado un encaje de copos de nieve.

Det var genom teckningen hon bearbetade saker. När de väl fästs på papper var de hennes och då kunde hon bestämma vilken makt de hade över henne (s. 109).

It's not copying, though. It's an homage. Of course, that's what artists always say when they steal from other artists.

an apostrophe humbled to a comma.

She wanted to see the moment his expression changed.

How does it happen, that the events of a day, or a night - or a life - are translated into story? There is a gap in between, where awe has carved a space that words have yet to fill.

A tale is a funny thing, and even when it's your own and you have a quill in your hand you must be careful where you touch it.

But a quill on paper was different from a stick on the bottom of a stream or a fingertip on my forearm. Its scratch was like the dry sparking of a flint and a page with fresh marks on it like a blazing porcupine. A tale written down must be like that , I thought. It must be like the block of wood of the body sprouting tiny tongues of fire and who knows where the next one will rise and burn.

Each scream is as different as each Red Boy. Different and the same.

Prose is an art form, movies and acting in general are art forms, so is music, painting, graphics, sculpture, and so on. Some might even consider classic games like chess to be an art form. Video games use elements of all of these to create something new. Why wouldn't video games be an art form?

But all stories are made up," I offered. "All telling is retelling, and therefore it is fiction. Everybody knows that.

Religion makes us poor judges of art.

Sex has to do with imagination, so the sky is the limit. If you're not doing bodily harm, why shouldn't you do what turns you on?

any nonsense come out they mouth. Some got the gift to make you laugh out loud, and others preach strong and spread the word of God.

I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.

When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.

Cultivate simplicity ... or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart, and carries into daylight with it its own modest buds, and genuine, sweet, and clear flowers of expression.

No woman dresses below herself from mere caprice.

A laxity pervades the popular use of words.