Quotes About Expression

Words pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator.

He stopped, feeling lonely in his long speech.

The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness.

A nation may be moved by its statesmen and defined by its military but it's usually remembered for its artists.

I have written a great many stories and I still don't know how to go about it except to write it and take my chances.

Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need-this is man.

A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn't telling, or teaching, or ordering. Rather, he seeks to establish a relationship with meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all our live trying to be less lonesome.

There are several ways to wear a hat or a cap. A man may express himself in the pitch or tilt of a hat, but not with a helmet. It won't go on any other way. It sits level on the head, low over eyes and ears, low on the back of the neck. With your helmet on you are a mushroom in a bed of mushrooms.

In utter loneliness, a writer tries to explain the unexplicable.

And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.

A writer lives in awe of words, for they can be cruel or kind, and they can change their meanings right in front of you. They pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator.

Sometimes a sad man can talk the sadness right out through his mouth. Sometimes a killin' man can talk the murder right out of his mouth an' not do no murder.

Why are you making no more songs?' I said to him in a tone like that. 'Why are you making no more songs?' 'I have grown to be a man. Only children make songs -- children and idiots.

Poetry was a secret vice, and properly so.

I will go so far as to say that the writer who is not scared is happily unaware of the remote and tantalizing majesty of the medium.

She stepped around in front of him and stopped him. "You look here, mister. You kiss me now." "Why?" She said slowly, "So everybody will know that I'm Mrs. Lettuce-head.

Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on. It also interferes with flow and rhythm which can only come from a kind of unconscious association with the material…..

These were words to clothe a naked thing, and the thing is ridiculous in clothes.

Then it occured to me that the elicate shades of feeling, of reaction, are the result of communication, and without such communication they tend to disappear. A man with nothing to say has no words.

Duygularla iliÅŸkili deÄŸilse, sözcükler anlams?zd?r. Ä°nsan bir düÅŸüncenin sonucuna göre mi harekete geçeri yoksa duygu eylemi harekete geçirir de bazen düÅŸünce mi onu uygulamaya döker?

Sometimes a sad man can talk the sadness right out through his mouth. Sometimes a killin' man can talk the murder right out of his mouth an' not to no murder. You done right. Don't you kill nobody if you can help it.

I've heard two ways of looking at it. One says the silent man is the wise man & the other that a man without words is a man without thought. Naturally I favor the second! ~ East of Eden

She shook her head slowly from side to side. "I'm jus' pain covered with skin.

I hope you know what you're doing when you issue me a license to talk. I've heard two ways of looking at it. One says the silent man is the wise man and the other that a man without words is a man without thought. Naturally I favor the second