Quotes About Expression

Foi quando aprendi que as palavras não servem para nada; que as palavras nunca se adaptam nem mesmo ao que elas querem dizer. Quando ele nasceu compreendi que a maternidade foi inventada por alguém que tinha de arranjar uma palavra para isso, porque as que tinham os filhos não queriam saber se havia ou não uma palavra para isso. Compreendi que o medo foi inventado por alguém que nunca tinha tido medo; o orgulho, por quem nunca tinha sentido orgulho.

El que fa la literatura és el mayeix que un llumí enmig d'un camp en plena nit. Un llumí amb prou feines il·lumina, però ens permet veure quanta foscor hi ha al voltant.

In Europe, being an artist is a form of behavior; in America, it's an excuse for a form of behavior.

sonra yirmi beÅŸ dolarla ne yapabileceklerini konuÅŸmaya baÅŸlad?lar. Hep birden konuÅŸuyorlard?, sesleri direnmeli, çeliÅŸmeli ve sab?rs?z gerçeksizliÄŸi bir olurluluk yap?yor, sonra bir olanak ÅŸekline sokuyor sonra yads?nmaz bir gerçek yap?yor, her zaman böyle olur zaten insanlar?n istekleri sözcükler haline gelince.

Él ha dicho: «Lo siento aún más que tú». Y yo he dicho: «Tú no sabes qué tormento es que yo no pueda sentirlo. Hago por sentirlo, pero no puedo pensar en ello lo suficiente para sentirlo».

I found a way of writing where every word was as dangerous as a stick of dynamite." – William Faulkner

Adoro los silencios incómodos, ¿usted no, doctor? Todo lo que implican. Llenan el vacío con la fuerza de las palabras no dichas. Porque lo que no se dice a veces es más inquietante.

Yes. Because they were human men. They were trying to write down the heart's truth out of the heart's driving complexity, for all the complex and troubled hearts which would beat after them.

Brian remained enchanted by the music of words - what he once called 'the incredible foot-stomping joy of a well tuned phrase.

For me, and not only for me, surfing harbors this paradox: a desire to be alone with waves fused to an equal desire to be watched, to perform.

The painters could be identified by dirty fingernails; the writers by conversation in labored monosyllables and aggressive vulgarities which disguised their minds.

do you know why the French are so honest? because there are so few words in their language they're forced to be.

Originality is a device that untalented people use to impress other untalented people to protect themselves from talented people...

Yes, did you hear what that woman said? . . . I think it's the artist is the only person who is really given the capability of being happy, maybe not all the time, but sometimes. Don't you think so? Don't you think so? . . .

I can't imagine cutting my wrists in Pokheepsie

What is it they want from a man that they didn't get from his work? What do they expect? What is there left of him when he's done his work? What's any artist, but the dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What's left of the man when the work's done but a shambles of apology.

She can paint herself red and hang on the wall and whistle, I don't care

every work of art is a work of perfect necessity.

To present a whole world that doesn't exist and make it seem real, we have to more or less pretend we're polymaths. That's just the act of all good writing.

I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.

And somewhere he was laughing, in a white-painted loft, distant fingers caressing the deck, tears of release streaking his face.

Armitage smiled, a smile that meant as much as the twitch of some insect's antenna.

Coretti no sabía vestirse. La ropa era un lenguaje y Coretti era un tartamudo de la indumentaria.

I had read and admired Ballard and Burroughs, and I thought of them as very powerful effect pedals. You get to a certain place in the story and you just step on the Ballard.