Quotes About Expression

I'm just…fuck. I'm just so glad you answered that damn phone.

His eyes skated across my body, taking in my paint-splattered overalls and the hot pink tank top I wore underneath it. He couldn't see that my tank top had Big Bird on it. But he looked at me like he knew.

I like to say, jazz music is kind of like my musical equivalent of comfort food. You know, it's always where I go back to when I just want to feel sort of grounded.

She had another English word. She carried it all the way down the corridor.

Chanu spoke loudly, he weighed his words like gold and threw them about like a fool.

When life sucks, throw yourself into art.

Ooo la la! That kiss was fine, and it was full of all the words I didn't need to say.

Purring would seem to be, in her case, an automatic safety valve device for dealing with happiness overflow.

This sent me into an inappropriate laughing fit. I wasn't allowed to get angry, and I couldn't cry, so I laughed - a lot. (114)

told off for waving her arms around.

She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing "yes" in the sky.

The irony of acquiring a foreign tongue is that I have amassed just enough cheap, serviceable words to fuel my desires and never, never enough lavish, impudent ones to feed them.

Though contrary to what the Old Man would have me believe, the vocabulary of servitude is not built upon my knowledge of foreign words but rather on my ability to swallow them.

My self-righteous rage burns until I am forced to concede that I, in fact, have told them nothing. This language that I dip into like a dry inkwell has failed me.

I am with fire between my teeth and still nothing but my blank page.

The 'I' [Je] who writes is alien to her own writing at every word because this 'I' uses a language that is alien to her; this 'I' [Je] experiences what is alien to her since this 'I' [Je] cannot be un ecrivain. J/e poses the ideological and historical question of feminine subjects.

One is a writer, or one is not.

The refusal to become (or to remain) heterosexual always meant to refuse to become a man or a woman, consciously or not.

L'hétérosexualité n'est pas "naturelle", pas plus qu'elle n'est la seule sexualité, la sexualité universelle.

They shake their hair like the bacchantes who love to agitate their thyrsi.

Me parecía que era necesario salvar con las palabras todo lo que la historia, la Historia grande, es decir, la de los hombres, había hecho impreciso, había condenado o idealizado [con respecto a las mujeres].

En arquitectura, el que compta és la poesia de l'espai [...].

McGough: I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've caught poetry. Mr Bones: Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories. McGough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, once upon a time ...

My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves.