Quotes About Expression

Remember that it is far harder and more painful to be a blocked artist than it is to do the work.

Creativity requires action, and part of that action must be physical.

tu artista es un niño y necesita alimentarse.

I learned to get out of the way and let that creative force work through me.

By being willing to be a bad artist, you have a chance to be an artist, and perhaps, over time, a very good one.

A la ira hay que escucharla. La ira es una voz, un grito, un ruego, una exigencia. A la ira hay que respetarla. ¿Por qué? Porque la ira es un mapa . La ira nos muestra dónde están nuestros límites. Nos marca a dónde queremos ir. Nos permite ver dónde hemos estado y nos hace saber cuándo no nos ha gustado.

Por qué todos deberíamos usar nuestros poderes creativos...? Porque no hay nada que haga que la gente sea tan generosa, feliz, vital, audaz y compasiva, tan indiferente a las peleas y a la acumulación de objetos y de dinero». BRENDA UELAND

There are only four great arts: music, painting, sculpture, and ornamental pastry- architecture being perhaps the least banal derivative of the latter.

I'm afraid that surprise, shock, and regret is the fate of authors when they finally see themselves on the page.

Yo, múltiple, como en contradicción

Where is the voice of freedom, / freedom to laugh, / to move / without the heavy phantom of despair? (From Farewell from Welfare Island)

It's odd to spend your vacation with someone else's music especially when you're alone. You're free to let loose, unobserved, but someone else has chosen the words you belt out in private, the rythms you can dance to like a fool.

On the phone, we argue. In person, we tend to become sarcastic. Our letters, though, have a touch of romantic collusion.

Everything has its way of speaking and telling things worth knowing. Even the little grass-blades have their way of saying things as plain as words when human lips let them fall...the choice bits of wisdom...were never written down in any books.

His mouth captured hers, trying to show her with his kiss what he was still learning to express in words. He loved her. He worshipped her. He'd walk across fire for her. He— —still had the audience of her three brothers. Slowly breaking the kiss, he turned his face to the side. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.

Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.

Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.

Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time.

It's easy, after all, not to be a writer. Most people aren't writers, and very little harm comes to them.

If the writer were more like a reader, he'd be a reader, not a writer. It's as uncomplicated as that.

Everything in art depends on execution: the story of a louse can be as beautiful as the story of Alexander. You must write according to your feelings, be sure those feelings are true, and let everything else go hang. When a line is good it ceases to belong to any school. A line of prose must be as immutable as a line of poetry.

Perhaps love could never be captured in a definition; it could only ever be captured in a story.

Reading is a majority skill but a minority art.

Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time. Art does not exist for art's sake: it exists for people's sake.