Quotes About Expression

But maybe that's how it is with art. You suffer, and in the end, everyone thinks it's cool.

Hey babyI only got one thing to say to you, you know what that is? I don't like the tone of your voice!

Making music is voluntary. Unlike bread, we don't require it for our sustenance. Accordingly, music shouldn't require its pound of flesh from the would-be listener. The price of art should be set by the market, by the listener, not by a machine with political interests.

Down Hearted Blues," by Bessie Smith. This is the song Ingersoll is singing to the baby

The beads of his words strung with too much silence between them.

Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It's a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you're hurt.

Typing on an actual typewriter on paper is only a softer version of chiseling words into stone.

Guilt is also a way for us to express to others that we are a person of good conscience. 'I feel really guilty about getting drunk last night,' we say, when in actual fact we feel no guilt whatsoever or, at least, we could choose to feel no guilt. When people say to me, 'I drank too much last night,' I always reply, 'I drank exactly the right amount.

For since we see in Christ some things so human that they appear to share in every aspect in the common frailty of humanity, and some things so divine that they are manifestly the expression of the primal and ineffable nature of the Divine, the narrowness of human understanding is inadequate to cope. Overcome with amazement and admiration, it knows not where to turn.

I mean, we've all had those dreams where, you know, we try to cry out and our voice won't come.

American cinema tends to express a patriotic relationship to national identity on a regular basis.

If cooking becomes an art form rather than a means of providing a reasonable diet, then something is clearly wrong.

Nooit meer zwijgen, Altijd schrijven. Nooit meer sprakeloos, BEGIN

Niets is veilig, alles is bruikbaar, de verdraaiingen in zijn memorie, de verzinsels uit zijn buurt, de roddels uit zijn krant, en op den duur lijkt alles maar gebeurd te zijn omdat het hem prima stof oplevert, zelfs de dood van zijn eigen moeder. Wie schrijft is een gier.

Ieder beest bidt op zijn manier.

Eigenlijk zou je twee levens moeten hebben: een om te leven en een om te schrijven. Die twee storen elkaar.

Er woekert een hardnekkig misverstand, bij kenners en bij leken, dat schrijven 'bewaren' betekent. Het is natuurlijk andersom. Schrijven is vernielen, bij gebrek aan beter. Waar je over schrijft gaat pas dan en juist daardoor voorbij. Literatuur is loslaten. Schrijven is verdrijven.

If after hearing my songs just one human being is inspired to say something nasty to a friend or perhaps to strike a loved one it will all have been worth the while.

Life is a piano what you get out of it depends on how you play it

The choir are screaming now, fugue-permutations veering and careening to the outer limits of the field where any ratio of intervals or pitches might hold sway: tonics swapping with subdominants within the space of single notes that seem to play out in three octaves all at once, false entries, inversions, retrogrades and diminutions running riot through all keys -- until, suddenly, these fall away, like clouds

He spoke as if he held marbles in his mouth. 'Más o menos'--more or less--came out as 'maomay.' He was on a low-consonant diet, feasting on vowels

faces tell stories if you learn to read them!

How 'bout a cheer for all those bad girls? And all those boys that play that rock and roll? They love it like you love Jesus, It does the same thing to their souls.

People write memoirs because they lack the imagination to make things up.