Quotes About Expression

True poets lead no one unawares. It is nothing other than awareness that poets-that is, creators of all sorts-seek. They do not display their art so as to make it appear real; they display the real in a way that reveals it to be art.

El problema es que para cuando los profesores han acabado contigo, han arrasado completamente tu creatividad. Habla con los buenos estudiantes de «sobresaliente» y descubrirás que se han olvidado, en primer lugar, de porqué querían ser artistas. Todo lo que saben es reciclar la vieja basura rígida que aprendieron en la escuela.

You don't speak much, do you? ter Borcht said, circling him slowly. Fittingly, Fang said nothing. Vhy do you let a girl be de leader? ter Borcht asked, a calculating look in his eye. She's the tough one, Fang said. Dang right, I thought proudly. Is dere anysing special about you? asked ter Borcht. Anysing vorth saving? Fang pretended to think, gazing up at the ceiling. Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.

De tall, dark vun--dere's nothing special about him at all, ter Borcht said dismissively of Fang, who hadn't moved since the doctor had come in. Well, he's a snappy dresser, I offered. One side of Fang's mouth quirked.

This is my brain: O This is my brain after making out with Fang: * It's very sad.

Besides my great fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.

Love hurts. Oh, shut UP! - pg 123

Okay, that so did me in. Mr. Rock being all emotional? Expressing his feelings? p. 12

I shot him the bird. (Get it? I shot him the—never mind.)

Then I went to bed and cried into my pillow. I wasn't sad, not at all. It was just so beautiful to have an intense feeling and the right words at the same time. What are we but our stories?

Life is a great big canvas. Throw all the paint you can at it.

Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

Part 5 The Voice- Make that my voice

You...are...a...fridge...with wings. We're...freaking...ballet...dancers.

Write about us," Robinson urged. "Tell our story." And I did it; I told our story. You hold it in your hands.

All genders?' whispered Nudge. 'Aren't there just the two' I shrugged. 'No idea. Maybe they've created others.

i play a mean harmonica

And there I was, pretty as heck, brown eyes, a few freckles, fashion challenged, and a bad attitude. Max II.

Do you want me to swear this time? Yes. Well, crap.

Yes, I sounded like a pathetic weenie. I prefer to think of it as showing my softer side.

You love me this much! Fang spreads his arms wide

Is that clear? said Borcht as clear as pea soup I said

It was stupidly, infuriatingly impossible. No wonder I hadn't written anything decent in ages— I couldn't even figure out how to tell a boy that I loved him.

I want to do it too!" said Gazzy, sitting very, very quietly, completely motionless. "Nope," said Nudge, shaking her head. "You stand out like a fart in church.