Quotes About Expression

Biliyor musunuz, güzel bir sesin kendisi bir fikirdir benim kan?mca, sahibi olan kad?n istediÄŸi kadar budala olsun; müziÄŸin korkunç yan? da bu.

Être soi-même un gros alambic qui inonderait le monde des parfums qu'il aurait créés seul, tel était le rêve fou auquel s'abandonnait Grenouille.

All these grotesque incongruities between the richness of the world perceivable by smell and the poverty of language were enough for the lad Grenouille to doubt that language made any sense at all;

Der Kontrabaß ist das scheußlichste, plumpeste, uneleganteste Instrument, das je erfunden wurde. Ein Waldschrat von Instrument.

O instrumento tem dentro de si um mundo, teórico e físico. Só que demonstrá-lo, ninguém o faz, do ponte de vista prático-musical. O mesmo se passa com os instrumentos de sopro. E com todas as pessoas... agora em sentido figurado. Conheço pessoas que possuem dentro de si todo um universo, incomensurável. Mas fazer com que ele saia cá para fora, isso ninguém o faz. Seria o fim. Mas adiante...

I'm so hungry I could eat a farmer's arse t'rough a tennis racquet.

We sang not for fame and fortune, but because the song needed to be set free from our souls. Once liberated, most folks understood why it had been locked up in the first place. Once

Anger flashed across Abnoba's face, followed closely by anger's lover, infuriation, and a look that may have been a private eye hired by anger's husband to keep tabs on her.

Jeanie's the type who is only wearing black until they come up with something darker.

In general,' Voss replied, 'it is necessary to communicate without knowledge of the language.

The knot of her hands and the pulses in her throat rejected any possibility that their meeting might be a casual one. But, of course, she could not explain, nor was her face of any more assistance than her tongue; in fact, as she herself knew, in moments of stress she could resemble a congested turkey.

Even if the abuse happened years ago, writing about it and telling someone about it can make all the difference to how you feel inside. I can assure you that telling will help you feel better. It is never to late to tell your story and begin to heal your wounds. Find the right person to trust and tell.

When I was younger, I felt it was my duty to wake people up. I thought poetry was asleep. I thought rock 'n' roll was asleep.

I came into music because I thought the presentation of poetry wasn't vibrant enough. So I merged improvised poetry with basic rock chords.

What I wanted to do in rock 'n roll was merge poetry with sonic scapes, and the two people who had contributed so much to that were Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison.

No, my work does not reflect my sexual preferences, it reflects the fact that I feel total freedom as an artist.

Freedom is...the right to write the wrong words.

I refuse to believe that Hendrix had the last possessed hand, that Joplin had the last drunken throat, that Morrison had the last enlightened mind.

Why can't I write something that would awake the dead? That pursuit is what burns most deeply.

I immersed myself in books and rock 'n' roll, the adolescent salvation ...

Nothing can be truly replicated. Not a love, not a jewel, not a single line.

Everything comes down so pasteurized everything comes down 16 degrees they say your amplifier is too loud turn your amplifier down are we high all alone on our knees memory is just hips that swing like a clock the past projects fantastic scenes tic/toc tic/toc tic/toc fuck the clock!

But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revalation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

I'm certain, as we filled down the great staircase, that I appeared the same as ever, a moping twelve years-old, all arms and legs. But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.