Quotes About Expression

Am I gay, am I straight? No, I'm just slutty. So, where's my parade? What about slut pride.

she too lives in and for words, for the words of others. Other men's flowers. 'These are other men's flowers, only the string that binds them is my own.

there's a difference between what happens to one in real life and what one can make real in art.

When women let their hair down, it means either sexiness or craziness or death, the three by Victorian times having become virtually synonymous.

The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.

After a year or two of keeping my head down and trying to pass myself off as a normal person, I made contact with the five other people at my university who were interested in writing; and through them, and some of my teachers, I discovered that there was a whole subterranean Wonderland of Canadian writing that was going on just out of general earshot and sight.

I am yours. If you feed me garbage, I will sing a song of garbage. This is a hymn.

We're a rather dreary generation on the whole, aren't we? We don't create much beauty of our own, and our one idea seems to be to smash up everybody else's creations.

It does not follow because many books are written by persons born in America that there exists an American literature. Books which imitate or represent the thoughts and life of Europe do not constitute an American literature. Before such can exist, an original idea must animate this nation and fresh currents of life must call into life fresh thoughts along its shores.

Art can only be truly Art by presenting an adequate outward symbol of some fact in the interior life.

Some people talk because they think sound is more manageable than silence.

In fact, some people use humour so habitually that it is hard for them to remain serious for any length of time.

When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.

He searched for words to poison the shaft of his disdain.

In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.

When I say "work" I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.

I can't say it. Now, at last, it becomes impossible for me to mouth the words -- I'm fine. I won't say anything.

Few pleasures are as basic and satisfying as hearing a good story-unless it's the pleasure of writing one.

They are imaginary characters. But perhaps not solely the products of my imagination, since there are some aspects of the characters that relate to my own experience of a wide variety of people.

Reading is very creative - it's not just a passive thing. I write a story; it goes out into the world; somebody reads it and, by reading it, completes it.

Vane diventano le parole ripetute troppe volte.

If we make one criterion for defining the artist the impulse to make something new, or to do something in a new way - a kind of divine discontent with all that has gone before, however good - then we can find such artists at every level of human culture, even when performing acts of great simplicity.

Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of witnesses.

long streak of piss.