Quotes About Expression

He might have told Homer, then, that he loved him very much and that he needed something very active to occupy himself at this moment of Homer's departure.

I have digressed, which is also the kind of writer I would become.

I didn't try to say the penis word for Elaine. Cock, I said to her.

It's not the tattoos, my dear boy," Jack's father said, standing naked before him—the shocking white of William's hands and face and neck and penis being the only parts of him that weren't an almost uniform blue-black, some of which had faded to gray. "It's everything I truly heard and felt—it's everything I ever loved! It's not the tattoos that marked me.

Le romancier est comme un médecin qui ne s'occuperait que des incurables. Et nous sommes tous des incurables.

There's a reason we're fiction writers, you know—real life sucks; make-believe is our business," I try to tell her.

Pinche pendejo chimuelo!

Hijo de la chingada!

DON'T GIVE ME THE SHIVERS,' Owen said.

Imagining the stories you want to write, and waiting to write them, is part of the writing process—like thinking about the characters you want to create, but not creating them.

the memoir-novel "dumbed down fiction and traduced

Every misunderstanding has at its center a breakdown of language.

They were William Blake's words, set to song

Sempre há suicídios entre as pessoas que não conseguem dizer o que querem

There are always suicides," Garp wrote, "among people who are unable to say what they mean.

Heather moved her fingers all the while they were walking, as if she were unconsciously playing a piano or an organ.

Works of art are of an infinite loneliness," Rilke had written.

But he was not acting in this performance—they were.

It means touch, basically—almost a hammered kind of touch

the public entertainment of any period distinguishing the period as clearly as its so-called politics

I just love it when certain people feel free to tell writers what the correct words are. When I hear the same people use impact as a verb, I want to throw up!

The autobiography part isn't what matters," I began, before I got bogged down in all the amalgams. The

Lupe's language was incomprehensible—what came out of her mouth didn't even sound like Spanish.

Jack had not only heard Billy Crystal's joke; he was genuinely impressed by Billy's imitation of Jack-as-Melody. "Christ," he said.