Quotes About Expression

Harry leaned forward, his eyes flashing. "I see nothing.

A peace that blacked yer eye,' I say. 'A peace that split yer lip.' He looks at me for another second and then gives a sad snort. "The words of a sage," he says, "in the voice of a hick.

She was reading a book on his pad, he saw, her strange attraction to the written words of his people still unabated, still amazed at how anyone could pack so much of themselves into lines on a page. It was a reduction, as she saw it, when expansion seemed so much more natural. And yet here she was again, spending time decoding a language not her own.

Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect. His

Her accent's funny, different from mine, different from anyone in Prentisstown's. Her lips make different kinds of outlines for the letters, like they're swooping down on them from above, pushing them into shape, telling them what to say. In Prentisstown, everyone talks like they're sneaking up on their words, ready to club them from behind. Manchee

People ask for what they need in different ways. Sometimes by not even asking for it at all

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

But the thing about good ideas is that they grow other ideas. Almost before I could help it, Siobhan's ideas were suggesting new ones to me, and I began to feel that itch that every writer longs for: the itch to start getting words down, the itch to tell a story.

Just because my thoughts and feelings don't spill out into the world in a shout that never stops doesn't mean I don't have them.

Enfádate lo que tengas que enfadarte –dijo ella-. Que nadie te lo impida. Ni tu abuela, ni tu padre, nadie. Y si tienes que romper cosas, por Dios, hazlas añicos.

A world made of words, Seth thinks, where you live for a while.

Las historias son lo mas salvaje de todo

the first thing you find out when dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say about anything

è questo che vogliono sempre fare, i mostri. Parlare.

She shakes her head, fiercely. "You idiot! You stupid fucking IDIOT!" She don't say effing.

still amazed at how anyone could pack so much of themselves into lines

Tu vida no las escribes con palabras -dijo el monstruo-. La escribes con acciones. Lo que piensas no es importante. Lo único importante es lo que haces.

still amazed at how anyone could pack so much of themselves into lines on a page.

You fuck! You fucking fuck! Nobody fucking … You fuck! Fucking talks to me! Fucking tells me. Tells me. Stupid fuck. 'Chemically' fuck! Fuck!

But what good is being smart when you speak words and no one hears the ones you mean?

We can't kiss. Because that would make us gay.

You be as angry as you need to be," she said. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Not your grandma, not your dad, no one. And if you need to break things, then by God, you break them good and hard.

Copyright (C) 2012 by Rachel Swirsky

Copyright (C) 2012 by Michael Swanwick