Quotes About Expression

I speak to everyone in the language they understand," said Ender. "That isn't being slick. It's being clear.

Elemak pulled the shower cord before he soaped. The moment the water hit him he yowled, and then did his own little splash dance, shaking his head and flipping water all over the courtyard while jabbering "ooga-booga looga-booga" just like a little kid.

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You did hurt me. And I hurt you. It's a popular pastime here.

I don't understand people who don't like their pictures taken," said Spunky. "If you can go out in public wearing your face, then how can it bother you for somebody to take a picture of that face?

Umbo grimaced. "It would be just like him.

It was a language he had learned too late for it to come naturally to him. He would always speak the language of the heart with an awkward foreign accent. The

The absence of limitations is the enemy of art.

In my opinion, there are two things that can absolutely not be carried to the screen: the realistic presentation of the sexual act and praying to God.

A good artist should be isolated. If he isn't isolated, something is wrong.

I don't think any word can explain a man's life.

Every man who is any kind of artist has a great deal of female in him. I act and give of myself as a man, but I register and receive with the soul of a woman. The only really good artists are feminine. I can't admit the existence of an artist whose dominant personality is masculine.

You think—I dare say that our chief job is inventing new words. But not a bit of it We're destroying words—scores of them hundreds of them every day. It's a beautiful thing the destruction of words. Of course the great wastage is in the verbs and adjectives but there are hundreds of nouns that can be got rid of as well. It isn't only the synonyms there are also the antonyms.

I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.

A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.

Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious.

Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.

I may not agree with you, but I will defend to the death your right to make an ass of yourself.

Paradoxically though it may seem, it is none the less true that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.

All art is quite useless.

I love acting. It is so much more real than life.

Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.