Quotes About Expression

I said what might have been a bad word meaning excrement, but I hope that I used a polite synonym.

The dog chose more letters, waited for them to study the words, then looked solemnly at each of them to be sure they understood what he meant: I WOULD DIE OF LONELY.

Art is the only answer to chaos and the void.

I suspect she must speak without emotion or otherwise entirely lose the self-control that is required to speak to me at all.

In his mind he saw them standing with the tips of their organs pressed together ejaculating into each other's penis.

Grandpa Teddy often said, "In the beginning was the word. Before all else, the word. So we speak as if words matter, because they do.

Although words are the world and were the birthing of the world, there are no words to express what I felt at that moment, no words for the dimensions of my joy, for the great buoyancy that overcame my spirit, for the depth of my gratitude, for the brightness of my hope.

When I function in only one mode or the other, I am denying half myself, half my potential.

I read to keep from being sad.

art is long and critics are the insects of a day.

I'm not unique, Chyna. The world is filled with the likes of me – most are just less free. You know where I think a lot of my type wind up?' In spite of herself, she asked, 'Where?' 'In politics.

The uniqueness of every soul is not a theme that our current culture, obsessed with group identities, cares to assert. But Henry was himself and no one else, and judging by

Every human face is more enigmatic than the timeworn expression on the famous Sphinx out there in the sands of Egypt.

If you have to pay the bills, and you write something you're not proud of, use a pen-name for that.

Because when you're doing it, then it's just something you do. But if you talk about it, then it's something you are

it grinned the foolish and charmingly witless grin of all dogs who had ever ridden shotgun in such a fashion. In

Lem searched for the words to convey what he felt. As he found the language to describe what the dog had meant to him, his chest grew tight with emotion.

There's maybe ten places in the country where free speech still works, but this isn't one of them.

he expressed his love more often with pats on the head and affectionate smiles than with kisses and extravagant proclamations of devotion.

Well I'm not in Adams and Steichen's league. I like to think my work is art, but few galleries represent photos anymore, not like there were when those guys were hot. The mystique is gone, you know. Every Joe and Jane with a smartphone thinks they're a genius photographer.

Kipp yearned to say so much to her while time remained. Although his intelligence had somehow been enhanced to a human level, he lacked the vocal

apparatus for speech.

By all those tells, he wrote his anxiety and his guilt as clearly as if he had composed his confession on a blackboard with a stick of chalk.

He could make many sounds, but none were words.