Quotes About Expression

I am a man-pen. I feel through the pen, because of the pen.

Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.

People say 'Hofmann has different styles'. I have not. I have different moods; I am not two days the same man.

As naturally as the oak bears an acorn and the vine a gourd, man bears a poem, either spoken or done.

Good poetry seems so simple and natural a thing that when we meet it we wonder that all men are not always poets. Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.

Men must speak English who can write Sanskrit; they must speak a modern language who write, perchance, an ancient and universal one.

How rarely I meet with a man who can be free, even in thought! We all live according to rule. Some men are bedridden; all world-ridden.

In the beginning was the Word. Man acts it out. He is the act, not the actor.

I feel close to people like Jimi Hendrix because I connect with his music. Not the man but what he did.

Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

Don't worry, Sergey, that's just the way right-wing Republicans express their views.

I don't want realism…. I'll tell you what I want. Magic! Yes, yes, magic!… I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth.

All good art is an indiscretion.

For love I make characters in plays.

Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

Sometimes one creates a dynamic impression by saying something, and sometimes one creates as significant an impression by remaining silent.

They who love dancing too much seem to have more brains in their feet than in their head.

For those who can do it and who keep their nerve, writing for a living still beats most real, grown-up jobs hands down.

There is a transcendental dimension beyond language... It's just hard as hell to talk about!

What?" "To stop. That I didn't want to talk to him. That I wanted him to

I once ran across a list of nearly 400 winds from around the world and wondered why Wyoming, so dominated by wind, has so few names for its variations. . . . There's the wind, the damned wind, and the goddamned wind.

Why is abbreviation such a long word?

True poets might not so much sing about their love as love in order to sing.

Only after giving up 'the truth' can we learn to speak our truth.