Quotes About Expression

We as human beings do this thing where we stuff down our feelings until they find a way to manifest themselves. We try to avoid them until there's no more room and they come bubbling up like a pot of boiling-hot water that overflows. And when it does, it burns.

I love improv-ing, you know, from very early on when I started acting the school that I went to and everything was very big on ad-libbing and improv-ing and messing things up, so I feel very comfortable doing stuff like that.

Just as the light and weightless vegetation of saltpeter floats over the old walls of houses as soon as the owner gets careless, so the literary vocation springs up in you.

My tongue is pierced with glass.

All one's personality is embedded in gloves and hats after they've been good and used. Show me a glove and I'll tell you the character of its owner.

My poetry is a game. My life is a game. But I am not a game.

I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry.

I talk nonsense at times, because sense is monotonous.

I'm not a driven businessman, but a driven artist. I never think about money. Beautiful things make money.

Learn as much by writing as by reading.

I am the Love that dare not speak its name.

Oh too convincing - dangerously dear - In woman's eye the unanswerable tear

On with the dance! Let joy be undefined!

Poetry is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

We of the craft (poets) are all crazy.

if i dont write to empty my mind, i go mad

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.

I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion.

No more Keats, I entreat: flay him alive; if some of you don't I must skin him myself: there is no bearing the drivelling idiotism of the Mankin.

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earth-quake-they say Poets never or rarely go mad...but are generally so near it-that I cannot help thinking rhyme is so far useful in anticipating & preventing the disorder.

Some women use their tongues—she look'd a lecture, Each eye a sermon, and her brow a homily, An all-in-all sufficient self-director

A drop of ink can make a million think.

The rhyme obliges me to this; sometimes Monarchs are less imperative than rhymes)