Quotes About Expression

Mis ideas son mis rameras

Nikt bardziej nie lubi mówi? ni? jÄ…kaÅ'y, nikt bardziej nie lubi chodzi? ni? chromi.

Si en este mundo no se dice casi nada que sea escuchado como debiera, hay algo mucho peor, y es que no se hace casi nada que sea juzgado tal y como se ha hecho.

If it became customary to go out into the street stark naked I should not be the first nor the last to conform.

If one of them appears in company, he's a grain of yeast which ferments and gives back to everyone some part of his natural individuality. He shakes things up. He agitates us.

Monsieur me prépare le plus triste avenir; que deviendrai-je quand je n'aurai plus rien à dire? - Tu recommenceras. - Jacques, recommencer! Le contraire est écrit là-haut; et s'il m'arrivait de recommencer, je ne pourrais m'empêcher de m'écrier: Ah! si ton grand-père t'entendait!... et je regretterais le bâillon.

The passions may be terrible, but the syllables are a relief.

There's so much goop inside of us, man, he said, and it all just wants to get out.

In my writing, I want to be laid bare as a human being.

Write naked. That means to write what you would never say. Write in blood. As if ink is so precious you can't waste it. Write in exile, as if you are never going to get home again, and you have to call back every detail.

Write naked. Write in exile. Write in blood.

Three Rules To Write By Write naked. That means to write what you would never say. Write in blood. As if ink is so precious you can't waste it. Write in exile as if you are never going to get home again, and you have to call back every detail. Denis Johnson

Write the unpublishable...and then publish it.

To English it was amazing how a song will take a whole confused epoch in your life, and fashion it into something sharp and elegant with which to pierce your neck.

it is 1958 and men don't really have words for feelings

It's primal, the need to tell. It's not about the listener but the storyteller. In some cultures, not telling your story is regarded as a sign of mental illness.

To say that I enjoyed writing... is like saying I enjoy having fingers and toes. It's difficult to imagine life without them.

At the heart of the impulse to tell stories is a mystery so profound.

But I often think we talk way too much in this society, that we consider verbalization a panacea that it very often is not, and that we turn a blind eye to the sort of morbid self-absorption that becomes a predictable by-product of it.

He wanted to go on for hours. He wanted someone to listen to him and to understand that speech wasn't just about communicating ideas or opinions. Sometimes, it was about trying to convey whole human lives. And while you knew even before you opened your mouth that you'd fail, somehow the trying was what mattered. The trying was all you had.

Music"—he smiled his glorious smile and raised his index finger—"music speaks for the soul because words are too small.

But always in the back of your throat is this scream, barely suppressed.

There seemed to be little rhyme or reason as to why one day snatching the correct words from the ether was like opening a faucet and other days it was like opening a vein

Her forehead was unlined in the way of the recently embalmed and her smile resembled that of someone undergoing electroshock.