Quotes About Expression

It is for this reason that art, true art, the one that comes from the soul, is so important in our lives. Art consoles us, it lifts us and directs us. Art cures us. We are not only that which we eat and the air that we breathe. We are also the stories we have heard, the tales we fell asleep listening to when we were children, the books we have read, the music we heard and the emotions that a painting, a statue, or a poem have given us.

Lubi? pisa? listy. Zawsze my?la?em, ?e gdybym urodzi? si? w bogatej rodzinie i trzysta lat temu tam, gdzie urodzi?em si? w biedzie, we Florencji, chcia?bym tylko podró?owa? po ca?ym ?wiecie, ?eby pisa? listy. Dziennikarstwo do pewnego stopnia pozwoli?ó mi robi? co? podobnego, ale by?em ograniczony i?o?ci? miejsca, terminami, wymogami j?zyka. Teraz w ko?cu mog? po prostu pisa? listy.

I believe that the short story is as different a form from the novel as poetry is, and the best stories seem to me to be perhaps closer in spirit to poetry than to novels.

a true piece of writing is a dangerous thing. It can change your life.

There's no right way to tell all stories, only the right way to tell a particular story.

Tobin Hart calls play "the holy work of children" that helps them "find and define themselves."[2]

Creation is not restricted to the artist but instead is about how we bring ourselves authentically into the world both through our doing and being.

Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.

Bad writing is almost always a love poem addressed by the self to the self. The person who will admire it first and last and most is the writer herself.

Who cut him?' Sam liked saying things like 'Who cut him?' It reminded him of being a kid and watching prison movies, which is probably why prisoners talked like that, too.

I like pens. My writing is so amazing there's never a need to erase.

shouted. In

I know i barely talk and pretty much act like I'm not here, but I'm totally here and have a million things to say, and me being me is exactly as insane as you being you.

Art becomes an experience rather than a text that one interprets, and an experience resists universalization.

The cocker had a way of looking up at you, head perked a little to one side, one ear drooping properly forward but the other turned coquettishly back, and with an arch, quizzical expression of countenance which had all the effect of a keen appreciation of the humors of life; and was potent to draw out affection in everyone save those unfortunates condemned by an inscrutable fate to indifference toward man's best friend among brute kind. - Richard Burton, Three of a Kind

So far, at least, I haven't found a way to tell my kind of stories without making them both sad and funny.

When the critic has said everything in his power about a literary text, he has still said nothing; for the very existence of literature implies that it cannot be replaced by non-literature

Poetry asks people to have values, form opinions, care about some other part of experience besides making money and being successful on the job.

The job of the artist is not to resolve or beautify, but to hold complexities, to see and make clear.

To be published as a "woman of color" makes me squiggle on a pin: I want to be read by white people, and not just white people who are interested in "black" writing. I want even my speaking about color to speak in some universal way.

I don't remember the piece we played, but to this day I recall how she made me feel. She had only said "Yes." She never said "No." She taught by encouragement alone, and this allowed me to gradually drop all my fear and hesitation and enter into the spirit of the playing itself.

C'est ridiule et bizarre a dire mais je suis persuade qu'il y a encore nombre de gens d'une certaine societe, en particulier des femmes, qui auraient vu disparaitre instantanement leur amour pour leurs amis, pour leur mari, pour leurs enfants, si seulement on leur avait interdi d'en parler en francais

Mais ma femme, est-ce que je l'aime? Ce n'est pas que je l'aime, c'est autre chose que je ne sais comment t'expliquer [...] Est-ce que j'aime mon doigt? Je ne l'aime pas, mais essaie un peu de me le couper...

This type of work feeds my soul.