Quotes About Expression

There's no crying in tattooing.

I shall not make use of slang or vulgarity upon any occasion or under any circumstances, and shall never use profanity except in discussing house rent and taxes. Indeed, upon second thought, I will not even use it then, for it is unchristian, inelegant, and degrading — though to speak truly I do not see how house rent and taxes are going to be discussed worth a cent without it.

Don't laugh at a youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find a face of his own.

My [c?ck] don't talk politics.

I never use colors. Black and white are all I need. Most of my clothes are black and white, too. I suppose the most flamboyant color in my wardrobe is dark brown.

William Ralston Balch, 1883

Pink activates endorphins and energizes my creativity. It is a colour of femininity and fierceness.

Pink is not just a color. It's an attitude.

When in doubt, wear red. It always stands out in a room full of people.

You can have my Oxford comma when you pry it from my cold, dead, and lifeless hands.

There's the Oxford comma, but I like the Shatner comma. It's when you pepper them in, so, you know where, to add, dramatic pauses.

What colors are the rhythms of your soul?

Most writers have a cherished beat-up typewriter and a favorite well-maintained pen.

Stories live in typewriters. Try a different typewriter — you may get a different story.

I've had secrets come out of my typewriter in invisible ink.

But men are so serious. Why? Why violence? Why hatred? Why war? If people want to make war, they should make a colour war, and paint each others city up during the night in pinks and greens.

I drink wine because I don't like to keep things bottled up.

...winking all the way as a vent for his superfluous sagacity...

The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is that you really want to say.

Writing is my time machine, takes me to the precise time and place I belong.

Author: a dancer of typewriter keys.

Let your pen faithfully reflect the glint of light from your soul.

I suggested that he should write out the whole affair from beginning to end, knowing that ink might assist him to ease his mind. When little boys have learned a new bad word they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this also is Literature.

Any real writer — or reader — has had a papercut on the forehead at least once.