Quotes About Expression

Don't say that poetry, my friend, is beautiful or powerful for there is no powerful or beautiful poetry There is poetry that strikes you, secretly with the diseases of writing and schizophrenia, and you rave and your self leaves you for another

Words are a homeland.

I'll emerge, with wings, from the banner I am, bird that never alights on trees in the garden— I will shed my skin and my language. Some of my words of love will fall into Lorca's poems; he'll live in my bedroom and see what I have seen of the Bedouin moon. I'll emerge from almond trees like cotton on sea foam

Letters are restless, hungry for an image, and the image is thirsty for a meaning.

How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does?

Who am I to say to you what I'm saying?

Grasp your own reality and grasp your name and learn how to write your own proof.

Porque escribir, como amar, es hijo de las nubes, que se deshacen si las atrapas.

Me di cuenta de que sin palabras los humanos nos convertimos en bestias y perdemos la cordura

pero estoy harta de no ser quien no soy, y no puedo ser yo si aparento que soy otra.

Yo no le había puesto nombre. No tenía palabras. Creía que si no hablaba no existía. Las cosas que no se nombran se olvidan o desaparecen. Por eso me costaba tanto explicárselo a alguien

Sin palabras los seres humanos nos convertimos en bestias y perdemos el juicio

Det är ju med de kyrksamma som med trubadurer och diktläsare, man vet aldrig riktigt när de tänker bli pinsamma

What's this "rough life of a novelist" bullshit? You sound like an idiot. You're a writer. At least give yourself better lines.

It's the in thing to paste the print club stickers all over your cell phone. I arranged them chaotically to symbolize our love!

Me, too! I'll sell my bras and buy two million! One per cup!

We invent the world through language. The world occurs through language.

He taught me that language was rubbery, plastic. It wasn't, as I thought, something you just use, but something you can play with. Words were made up of little bits that could be shuffled, turned back to front, remixed. They could be tucked and folded into other words to produce unexpected things. It was like cookery, like alchemy. Language hid more than it revealed.

I can't write that dreadful hobbity stuff. I just simply... can't.

Trumpet in a herd of elephants; crow in the company of cocks; bleat in a flock of goats.

Music is the social act of communication among people, a gesture of friendship, the strongest there is.

We sometimes laugh from ear to ear, but it would be impossible for a smile to be wider than the distance between our eyes.

Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.

A women knows how to keep quiet when she is in the right, whereas a man, when he is in the right, will keep on talking.