Quotes About Expression

This is my body, and I can make it do things. I can make it spin, flip, fly.

It is simple as this: she has a complicated life and her clothes can't help but show it. It is all part of her unique disheveled glamour.

Beautiful, he says, and she could titrate like a motherfucker.

Devon wore the face of a stone Artemis.

I think she might cry. In her way, she is.

The earth had set me free. The city was at my feet. I forgot where I was and that I had not touched a pencil in months.

Let me show you what I know of it," he murmured. "Your mouth can be considered a hundred ways. Rico would look at it and he would see the light and shade; Byron Sawyer would see the color; yet another artist might see the line. A hundred truths, and not one is wrong. There are no original ideas, darling, only original visions. Each of us would draw your lips a different way, yet none of us could capture the complete essence of them.

It wasn't just her words, it was her way of putting them together, the voice that seemed to gain power with each one, so that my head had been filled with images so magically vibrant it was as if I had seen them with my own eyes. She changed the world into something fine. She made one believe.

Some people lusted after cars, which had never made sense to me. For me, bookshelves could inspire whole spontaneous sonnets, so maybe it was an each to her own scenario.

We didn't have wings, but we could dance.

People who don't like me talk about it as though I'm trash because I have tattoos. I find that insane because it's 2008, not the 1950s. Tattoos aren't limited to sailors. It's a form of art I find beautiful. I love it.

Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?

The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.

There seemed to be so much to say, but no words adequate to say it.

Tears disturb and confuse men, but women know the relief they can bring. I didn't cry because I couldn't deal with my life, but because I could.

Sex makes bumble-tongued fools even out of the most eloquent, but the beauty of it is that it also tunes our ears to hear the meaning of words that, spoken under other circumstances, would make us laugh or cry or frown.

Te he visto una vez al mes durante dos años, y no era el único que contaba historias; lo único que pasa es que era el que usaba más palabras

We could just go naked. Set a trend." -Nick

And what was dancing but fucking with your clothes on?

All the best art comes from the broken places,

And still, we said nothing, like we'd all been trained so well to do.

More smiling. Fierce. I was getting a headache. I smiled.

It was a doll's smile. Plastic. She added a head-tilt and blank gaze.

Fuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuu," Keisha said.