Quotes About Expression

Write what you know will always be excellent advice for those who ought not to write at all. Write what you think, what you imagine, what you suspect!

Crises of expression and spasms of eros:that's the man of today,the inside a vacuum,the continuity of personalityprovided by his suit,which with stout cloth might be good for ten years.

Lies in meinen Augen, was ich dir nicht alles sagen kann.

Dasjenige aber nur allein ist fruchtbar, was der Einbildungskraft freies Spiel läßt. Je mehr wir sehen, desto mehr müssen wir hinzu denken können.

I can, too, be a bitch sometimes

Let her live in the air,' said Peter. 'I bet you do. Let her love her body.' 'Let her,' said Anna sadly.

Men have so often written about women without knowing the reality of their lives, and worse, without being interested in that daily reality.

Despite no education, Mrs. Finn always is more in charge of word meanings than I am. She is especially in charge of Good and Bad. My language limitations here are real. My vocabulary is adequate for writing notes and keeping journals but absolutely useless for an active moral life. If I really knew this language, there would surely be in my head, as there is in Webster's or the Dictionary of American Slang, that unreducible verb designed to tell a person like me what to do next.

You become a writer because you need to become a writer - nothing else.

Write what will stop your breath if you don't write.

My language limitations here are real. My vocabulary is adequate for writing notes and keeping journals but absolutely useless for an active moral life. If I really knew this language, there would surely be in my head, as there is in Webster's or the Dictionary of American Slang, that unreducible verb designed to tell a person like me what to do next.

You write from what you know but you write into what you don't know.

I go through a story for lies. I might discover the lie of trying to show off. Sometimes they're lies of character. Sometimes they are lies of writing the most beautiful sentence in the world that has nothing to do with the story.

To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.

Dressing femme to the nines and then hanging on the arm of another woman all night—a fuck-you to straight men—can feel electrifying. And butch confidence, the grit to invert every traditional way a woman is supposed to look is wholly contagious.

Los libros pertenecen a la vez a varios campos. La literatura, en sí misma, pertenece al orden del arte en general que, por supuesto, es muy complejo, y, yendo hacia lo más sencillo, al orden primario del juego, como el trapo que se vuelve muñeca, como el palo de escoba que hace de caballo.

Certos escritores se desculpam de não haverem forjado coisas excelentes por falta de liberdade -- talvez ingênuo recurso de justificar inépcia ou preguiça. Liberdade completa ninguém desfruta: começamos oprimidos pela sintaxe e acabamos às voltas com a Delegacia de Ordem Política e Social, mas, nos estreitos limites a que nos coagem a gramática e a lei, ainda nos podemos mexer

A palavra não foi feita para enfeitar, brilhar como ouro falso. A palavra foi feita para dizer.

I actually build my dreams around the dancers I've got in my company.

Artistic careers seem to attract a disproportionately high ratio of people with dysfunctional backgrounds, odd upbringings, multiple hang-ups, and exotic emotional deficiencies. In other words, they have plenty to get off their chests, and ever since they weregiven/took the opportunity to do so they certainly haven't shirked from the task.

Bad spellers of the world, untie!

A singer for me is more like someone who is standing alone with a microphone like Scott Walker, rather than someone who is bashing a plank and is spitting all over a microphone.

Playing and singing at the same time is pretty cool, but sometimes it's difficult to know when you can just really let go a bit because you've got to get back to bloody microphone and sing some stuff.

Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those, who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear, which is inherent in a human condition