Quotes About Expression

My fingers are mated into a mirrored series of what manifests, to me, as the letter X.

Not real bright—she thought the figure he'd trace without thinking on her bare flank after sex was the numeral 8, to give you an idea.

their faces arranged in the mildly sullen expressions of consumers who have never once questioned their entitlement to satisfaction or meaning.

There's no real samizdat in the U.S. per se, First Amendment-wise, I don't think. I suppose ultra-radical Quebecois and Albertan stuff could be considered O.N.A.N.ite samizdat.

MR. YEE: Urgle. Urgle urgle. Splarg. Kaa. [Falls from chair.] MR. TINE JR.: Holy mackerel.

I was looking at my sneakers and making my feet alternately pigeon-toed and then penguin-toed on the bedroom's blue carpet.

It is like Swinburne sat down on his soul's darkest night and designed an organized sport.

Sometimes he finds out he believes something that he doesn't even know he believed until it exits his mouth in front of five anxious little hairless plump trusting clueless faces. The

He looks mean in a kind of distant way.

Credo di sembrare un tipo normale, forse persino simpatico, anche se mi hanno consigliato di apparire il più normale possibile, e di non provare nemmeno a fare quella che a me parrebbe un'espressione simpatica o un sorriso.

legs which not even orange Keds with purple-glitter-encrusted laces could make unserious. Shy

She used party as a verb several times.

By simple definition. Every telling creates and limits and defines.

they can all stand quiescent in airless venues for extended periods, their eyes' expressions that unique NYC combination of Zen meditation and clinical depression, clearly unhappy but never complaining.

That—to cut to a chase which the interviewers' hands-on-hip attitudes and replacement of the lamp's bulb with a much higher wattage signified they'd very much like to see cut to—as

The conjoined dogs were too distant to ascertain whether they had collars or tags, yet close enough that I could make out the expression on the face of the dominant dog above. It was blank and at the same time fervid—the same general expression as on a human being's face when he is doing something that he feels compulsively driven to do and yet does not understand just why he wants to do it.

No horror on earth or elsewhere could equal watching your own offspring open his mouth and have nothing come out.

foamy enthusiasm with which these folks can say what in fact means nothing at all makes her want to put her head in a Radarange

Breasts are uniformly zeppelinesque and in various perilous stages of semiconfinement.

We need an inflation-generative grammar.

In one scene she says fuck.

La belleza no es la meta de los deportes de competición y, sin embargo, los deportes de élite son un vehículo perfecto para la expresión de la belleza humana. La relación que guardan ambas cosas entre sí viene a ser un poco como la que hay entre la valentía y la guerra.

Thanks. SHULGSHULGSPAHHH… Whew. Ah.

the facial creases of the shaggy middle Dean are now pursed in a kind of distanced affront, an I'm-eating-something-that-makes-me-really-appreciate-the-presence-of-whatever-I'm-drinking-along-with-it look