Quotes About Expression

Poets, like whores, are only hated by each other.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

Somehow, even the slightest words and phrases of Sappho yield her voice.

On hearing this remark, my heart jumped clear up in my throat.. I thought surely it was going to hop right out on the depot platform. I looked up and tried to tell him who I was, but something went wrong. When the words finally came out they sounded like the squeaky old pulley on our well when Mama drew up a bucket of water.

That's how it begins, making a film, writing a book, painting a picture, composing a tune, generally creating something. You have a wish. You wish that something might exist, and then you work on it until it does.

For me, black and white is more realistic than colour. Black and white can be colourful, and colour can be very black and white.

When you paint, try to put down exactly what you see. Whatever else you have to offer will come out anyway.

If a man wants to be an artist, he should never look at pictures.

Eating words has never given me indigestion.

Everyone is in favor of free speech. Hardly a day passes without its being extolled, but some people's idea of it is that they are free to say what they like, but if anyone else says anything back, that is an outrage.

I suspect that for a good deal of the time you live in a sort of glass case, not knowing real enthusiasm or genuine emotion; or feeling them perhaps at second hand, feeling them sometimes because you think you ought to, not because you really do.

He said in exasperation, "Goddamn it, you should know I'm not used to dealing with women! You search the earth to find some special secret feminine grievance to gnaw over for months on end and then produce it coolly on the mat to explain all the irrational hedging and dodging of an entire winter—

I could say how well he dances, but that isn't true, for he dances like that big friendly bear I saw last Christmas.

Aw! I'll get 'ee rags and some turpletine.

I got to tell you, that if it weren't for that harmonica music, i might of just packed up and gone home, but it made me feel so good, I can hardly describe it. Sort of like my whole body is the harmonica and the music give me goosebumps when I play it.

From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.

Broadly speaking, the short words are the best, and the old words best of all.

This is the type of arrant pedantry up with which I will not put.

He spoke with more eloquence than wisdom.

MacDonald has the gift of compressing the largest amount of words into the smallest amount of thought.

I declare to you, from the bottom of my heart, that no Socialist system can be established without a political police…No Socialist Government conducting the entire life and industry of the country could afford to allow free, sharp, or violently-worded expressions of public discontent. They would have to fall back on some form of Gestapo, no doubt very humanely directed in the first instance.

We cannot aspire to masterpieces. We may content ourselves with a joy ride in a paint-box. And for this Audacity is the only ticket.

I have adhered to my rule of never criticising any measure of war or policy after the event unless I had before expressed publicly or formally my opinion or warning about it.

I was so untutored as to suppose that all I had to do was to think out what was right and express it fearlessly.