Quotes About Expression

He found his voice in the silences, where he could sing as loud and as long as he wanted with no one to complain of it.

I never promised I would write the truth. I

Why was she in such a rush to tell him that?

I hate clowns. You can't see what they're thinking.

When Titus speaks, I can hear every word. For me, that's like when the optician slides home the right lens and all the e's and g's and o's and c's become perfectly clear again and it isn't a struggle, even to read the bottom-most line...His voice touches places inside me like someone moving through a house, flicking light switches...No peering into corners for what's been said.

La pensée se glace en se traduisant en phrases.

Por las uñas de un hombre, por las mangas de su abrigo, por sus botas, por las rodillas de sus pantalones, por los callos de su dedo índice y pulgar, por su expresión, por los puños de su camisa, por sus movimientos, por cada una de estas cosas la vocación de un hombre queda claramente revelada. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Estudio en escarlata

Here is my advice as we begin the century that will lead to 2081. First, guard the freedom of ideas at all costs. Be alert that dictators have always played on the natural human tendency to blame others and to oversimplify. And don't regard yourself as a guardian of freedom unless you respect and preserve the rights of people you disagree with to free, public, unhampered expression.

The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise. So it must be on every original artist to some degree, on me to a marked degree. (from notes on 'Heraclitean Fire')

Als je het opschrijft, staat het meteen op papier ook.

Godverdomme,' zei hij, 'gooi iemand anders wat op zijn poten.

Die twaalf gulden zijn de reden dat ik deze brief schrijf want daarginder wens ik u, zo dol als ik op u ben, allemaal, ongezien, de kanker.

Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about.

Anything can be art. Anthing can be self-expression. Now you take the weapon and run with it.

Be whoever you are extremely loud and be completely fearless when you do it.

So many people treat you like you're a kid that you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.

The inextinguishable lesbian spark. You've surely heard about it? The one that was first ignited at Lesbos, because Sappho was so sad every time a young woman left the academy that she wrote her a poem. Fancy being sad because someone leaves! Perverted, that's what I call it. Don't you?

To talk about paintings is not only difficult but perhaps pointless too. You can only express in words what words are capable of expressing-- what language can communicate. Painting has nothing to do with that.

I believe that art has a kind of rightness, as in music, when we hear whether or not a note is false

Art is the highest form of hope.

My paintings are wiser than I am.

On ladies' nights they watch frozen-faced while their men embrace and fool about commenting to each other that they are all overgrown boys. Of the love of fellows they know nothing. They cannot love each other in this easy, innocent, spontaneous way because they cannot love themselves.

whatever else we are or may pretend to be, we are certainly our bodies

Deny a young boy the right to have a toy gun and you will suppress his destructive urges, and he will turn out to be a homosexual - or worse!