Quotes About Expression

As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.

My mind is the pendant, creativity is the chain

Authentic religious expression for them was an experience of the soul and made no distinctions of gender. As Lucretia Mott said, "In Christ, there is neither male nor female." Gradually, I have realized the core of what set them apart for me. It is that they lived, more than most of us, from a place of wholeness. They were authentically themselves without amputations or edits.

Claiming our voice, and our selfhood, is a sacred act.

A skirt is no obstacle to extemporaneous sex, but it is physically impossible to make love to a girl while she is wearing trousers.

Whatever else can be said about sex, it cannot be called a dignified performance.

Since I'm inarticulate, I express myself with images.

It took me a long time to realise how many of our classic books on animals were by gay writers who wrote of their relationships with animals in lieu of human loves of which they could not speak.

Something the size of a fist was in my throat and it was catching the words and not letting them out. I started to panic. Why couldn't I speak?

Our whole life is an attempt to discover when our spontaneity is whimsical, sentimental irresponsiblity and when it is a valid expression of our deepest desires and values.

The Dixie Chicks are another obvious absence, and it is hard not to suspect that they are being ostracized from the museum because of lead singer Natalie Maines's criticism of George W. Bush for America's invasion of Iraq in 2003, which provoked a storm of controversy.

I collected pictures and I drew pictures and I looked at the pictures by myself. And because no one else ever saw them, the pictures were perfect and true. They were alive.

White is for witching, a colour to be worn so that all other colours can enter you, so that you may use them. At a pinch, cream will do.

She looked at the last thing she had written and she felt calm. Then she crossed the words out vehemently, scribbling until even the shape of the sentence was destroyed.

I like to hear the marching of typewriter keys, the shudder of the space bar, the metallic ding at the end of a line. Those sounds are encouraging, sounds made by someone who is interested in you and in what you're saying, someone who understands exactly what you're getting at. "Hmm," the typewriter says. And "Mmmm. I-see-I-see-I-see." And sometimes it chuckles....

Jess couldn't stop spitting out words, because they were words like blades to hurt, and if she swallowed them, she'd be scraped hollow.

This was a little house, with a ceiling that kept getting higher and higher, a hot place with no windows. This was anger.

I drew a chair up beside her and sang. All I do is dream of you the whole night through . . . It was a horrible rendition, and I quite enjoyed attempting it, setting the notes free from the song as each one went farther and farther astray.

I looked inside my typewriter. There's a city in there. Black and grey columns and no inhabitants.

A real writer has to be able to write about the body. They have to. It's where we live." So

All around them people were speaking a language Brown didn't understand; it was like silence with sharp edges in it.

Were those exact words said: 'I no longer love you'?" "No." "No. Hardly anybody ever says it like that, do they? They simply become unkind.

And other times—too often, maybe—I don't dare have an opinion in case it upsets anyone.

White is for witching, a colour to be worn so that all other colours can enter you, so that you may use them.