Quotes About Expression

I wonder how many more penises I'll have inside me in my lifetime.

I hate how it's so much easier to be open and straightforward to a computer screen than to an actual person.

I'm Godless. And so I've had to make my God, and my God is narrative filmmaking, which is -- ultimately what my God becomes, which is what my mantra becomes, is the theme.

You know your problem?" I snap at Shark. "You use too many metaphors. Ants, fish, and rabbits, all in the same breath. That's an abuse of the language." Shark smiles. "I never

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The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second "you.

He opened the door wider. He's waiting. He gave me what was probably meant to be a significant wink, but a corner of his mouth moved more than his eye did and the result was a fairly startling face.

What do you want me to do, learn to stutter?

You're good. You're very good. It's chiefly your eyes, I think, and that throb you get into your voice when you say things like 'Be generous, Mr. Spade.

His eyes burned yellowly.

The chief winked at me, an athletic wink in which all his facial muscles took part....

I would not know how I am supposed to feel about many stories if not for the fact that the TV news personalities make sad faces for sad stories and happy faces for happy stories.

Panicky despair is an underrated element of writing.

A sense of humor is a measurement of the extent to which we realize that we are trapped in a world almost totally devoid of reason. Laughter is how we express the anxiety we feel at this knowledge.

Molly happy see Ammm," she said. The Porpoise language has 237 words that mean "happy," and Molly had actually chosen the one denoting the happiness derived from having one's belly tickled by seaweed.

In our language," he said, "Alf means squid poop.

They sport haircuts that were apparently administered by a blind heroin addict in the men's room of a Bulgarian disco in 1978.

Soon the floor in front of us is littered with the corpses of unfinished songs.

What, exactly, do I mean by the term weenie music? I mean "The kind of sniveling, pouty, hypersensitive, self-absorbed song, usually performed by males, that makes you want to pick up the singer by his pencil neck and shake him until he stops.

I see colors like you hear jet planes.

Every time my brain parks the car neatly in the driveway, my mouth drives through the back of the garage.

Good artists exist in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

And worse, you're not doing anything interesting anymore. You're not seeing anything, saying anything. The weird paradox is that you think you're at the center of things, and that makes your opinions more valuable, but you yourself are becoming less vibrant. I bet you haven't done anything offscreen in months. Have you?

I had forgotten that, and so many things. How could I put everything down on paper? It seemed impossible. No matter what, the majority of life would be left out of this story, this sliver of a version of the life I'd known. But I tried anyway.