Quotes About Expression

Me siento con una gran disponibilidad de energía, y no sé en qué emplearla, no sé qué hacer con ella. Creo que vos te resignaste a ser opaco, y eso me parece horrible, porque yo sé que no sos opaco. Por lo menos, que no lo eras».

Escribe llubia porque en su campito nunca vio que lloviera con ve corta.

el corazón es una cosa enorme que empieza en el estómago y acaba en la garganta.

Cuántas palabras, sólo para decir que no quiero parecer patético.

Of all the words that exist in any language only a bare minority are pure, unadulterated, original roots. The majority are "coined" words, forms that have been in one way or another created, augmented, cut down, combined, and recombined to convey new needed meanings, The language mint is more than a mint; it is a great manufacturing center, where all sorts of productive activities go on unceasingly.

If you are killed because you are a writer, that's the maximum expression of respect, you know.

Its easy to know what you want to say, but not to say it

Life is a shitstorm, in which art is our only umbrella." (spoken by character in a novel by Mario Vargas Llosa)

But what do I have? The things I'm told and the things I tell, that's all. And as far as I know, that never yet made anyone fly.

That is one thing I am sure of amid my many uncertainties regarding the literary vocation: deep inside, a writer feels that writing is the best thing that ever happened to him, or could ever happen to him, because as far as he is concerned, writing is the best possible way of life, never mind the social, political, or financial rewards of what he might achieve through it.

No me preguntes por qué, porque ni muerta te lo voy a decir. Nunca te voy a decir que te quiero aunque te quiera.

Writers are the exorcists of their own demons.

I do believe most curators - maybe I'm only speaking for myself here - want to be artists on some level. Curators must have an innate interest in what an artist makes. And they certainly have their opinions and criticisms, and the always ask, "How would I have made this, or how would another artist make this?

His voice became louder as he

We writers can use our own longing - and frequently do - without ever having to understand or analyze it. That is why our stories are often wiser than we are.

Some people anesthetized with booze; Woody wrote.

The thrill of seeing my words on a printed page has never faded. Now I've found my niche, my passion. I want to do this every day for the rest of my life.

Kill the imagination and you kill the soul. Kill the soul and you're left with a listless, apathetic creature who can become hopeless or brutal or both.

When Matisse was asked whether he believed in God, his response was, 'yes, when I'm working'.

Conversationally, we were Fred and Ginger -- spin, slide, shuffle, bend.

But I didn't cry. I sat stiller than I'd ever sat, just kind of falling in on myself, getting denser and smaller, and all the while I screamed. Not with my vocal chords, nothing so pure and ordinary as that. My mouth didn't move, but I screamed with my whole body, my hair, my fingers, the back of my neck, the pit of my stomach, the pores of my skin. I screamed until I didn't have any voice left, until I was empty, and then I floated, shivering, in an ice-cold ocean of silence.

feel like there are all these unmade things inside my head, waiting for me to let them loose into the world. A whole galaxy of unmade things, so bright it hurts.

She thought about that word "capture," how it put a writer on par with a fur trapper or big-game hunter, and how it implied that stories were whole and roaming around loose in the world, and a writer's job was to catch them.

Talking turned out to be Louise's talent. If talking were a sport, Louise would've been a marathoner.