Quotes About Expression

Hay un desprendimiento liberador en el acto de romper las hojas que uno ha escrito, acaso por haber notado en ellas la desnudez obscena de un par de sentimientos. Existe una soberbia mojigata remojada en pudores melancólicos detrás de la sospecha de que cuanto escribimos hace pocas semanas nos hace ver como unos cursis infumables: pornógrafos del sentimiento.

Nadie imagina todos los alaridos que se ocultan tras el silencio de los tímidos. Dejaríamos sordo al universo entero si nos lo propusiéramos.

que esto de ser copy es lo más parecido a ser vedette: no eres así que digas bailarina, pero bailas; tampoco eres cantante, pero cantas; menos aún actriz, y sin embargo actúas.

lo único que me inspiran sus canciones melosas son unas ganas locas de mearles la guitarra.

En castellano se está enamorado, pero en inglés se cae en el amor, y luego se está en él como en el centro de un capullo.

Es una verguenza decirlo pero, mierda, no sé bailar salsa.

Often it sickened me to hear people speak their native tongues fluently. It was as if they were unable to think and feel anything but what their language so readily served up to them.

A work of art works because it is true, not because it is real.

The individual soul touches upon the world soul like a well reaches for the water table. That which sustains the universe beyond thought and language, and that which is at the core of us and struggles for expression, is the same thing. The finite within the infinite, the infinite within the finite.

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.

Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression.

I think art comes from some sense of discomfort with the world, some sense of not quite fitting with it.

Much hostile and aggressive behaviour among animals is the expression of social insecurity.

I'm afraid the popularity of the domestic cat would drop very quickly if little kitty could roar its displeasure.

In his entirely personal experience of them, English was jazz music, German was classical music, French was ecclesiastical music, and Spanish was from the streets. Which is to stay, stab his heart and it would bleed French, slice his brain open and its convolutions would be lined with English and German, and touch his hands and they would feel Spanish.

I wish I could convey the perfection of a seal slipping into water or a spider monkey swinging from point to point or a lion merely turning its head. But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it...I spent more hours than I can count a quiet witness to the highly mannered, manifold expressions of life that grace our planet. It is something so bright, loud, weird and delicate as to stupefy the senses.

I thought I would run out of paper. It was the pens that ran out.

Like punk rock, like Jackson Pollock, like Jack Kerouac, it was truly human, a mix of perfect beauty and cathartic error.

I wish I could convey the perfection of a seal slipping into water or a spider monkey swinging from point to point or a lion merely turning it's head. But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it.

Art is rooted in joy.

But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it.

I don't know then. I wrote my book on the Holocaust without worrying about where the fucking bar code would go.

A great literary work can be completely, completely unpredictable. Which can sometimes make them very hard to read, but it gives them a great originality.

Everything in me, right down to the pores of my skin, was expressing joy.