Quotes About Expression

A film is a petrified fountain of thought.

A picture neither saddening nor gladdening I fear; neither beautiful nor ugly.

The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.

Poetry is a machine that manufactures love. Its other virtues escape me.

I constantly regretted having to cut out bits of intense poetry. But one mustn't, at any cost, be seduced by an attractive idea if it hasn't got its right place.

Classifiable things reek of death. You must strike out in other spheres . . . quit the ranks. That's the sign of masterpieces and heroes. An original, that's the person to astonish and to rule.

Asking an artist to talk about his work is like asking a plant to discuss horticulture.

Il y a dans le dessin une très grande jouissance. L'écriture, c'est le dessin noué autrement. (...) Et quand je dessine, j'écris, et, peut-être, que quand j'ecris, je dessine.

What is style? Saying complicated things in a simple way.

El poeta es un mentiroso que siempre dice la verdad.

The knack is art.

Je sais que la poésie est indispensable, mais je ne sais pas à quoi.

The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood. –

I am neither cheerful nor sad. But i can be completely the one or completely the other to excess.

Bresson est à part dans ce métier terrible. Il s'exprime cinématographiquement comme un poète par la plume. Vaste est l'obstacle entre sa noblesse, son silence, son sérieux, ses rêves et tout un monde où ils passent pour de l'hésitation et de la manie.

Art is not a pastime, but a priesthood.

tapestries to real animals.

Eu nu am nici o opinie ÅŸi nu aparÅ£in nici unui mediu.Eu m? adresez todeauna celor care se str?duiesc cu disperare s? fie liberi ÅŸi care probabil,ca ÅŸi mine,aÅŸteapt? s? fie loviÅ£i din toate p?rÅ£ile,ÅŸi asta în asemenea m?sur? încât,atunci când li se fac complimente,se întreab? dac? nu s-au f?cut vinovaÅ£i de vreo greÅŸeal?.

E foarte primejdios s? vrei numai ordinea ÅŸi s? nu creezi ÅŸi un fel de dezordine,în care sufletul s? ÅŸtie a se descurca,în loc s? se usuce printre linii moarte.

Am scris adeseori c? spiritul creator nu este altceva decât spiritul de contradicÅ£ie sub forma lui cea mai înalt?.

I heard you humming." "Yes," he said. "I hum a great deal. Can you hum? Yes, I replied. I can hum. I hum a good deal, too, and even sing, especially when I get out of the spring in the morning. Then I really sing aloud. Let's hear you sing aloud. So I said, feeling very relaxed with the sun shining on my head, All right, I'll sing you my cold water song.

You know, he said, when you paint over something, everything that was there before isn't really gone. It's still there. All the layers of color, the scrapes and dents, even the bare wood hiding beneath, they shape what's painted top, inspire it even, but they don't define it. That's up to the painter.

He has. A fucking. Rothko. Over the fireplace

The desire to be better understood has been extinguished from my heart.