Quotes About Expression

She'd just spent the last hours engaged in endless small talk. Now, when it mattered so much, she seemed to have no words to say, or even breath to speak them with. All her life she'd always had such trouble with words: finding them and losing them, hoarding them and wasting them.

Channeling is just bad ventriloquism. You use another voice, but people can see your lips moving.

There is no god." I've said that sentence on Glenn Beck's TV show in front of his live audience at his studio in the Texas Bible Belt. I've told Republicans that I like immigrants. I've told Democrats that I dig rich people. I've told sane people that I like lawyers. But

Women do cosplay, of course, and thank god for that, but they don't go to the local coffee shop dressed as cheerleaders, fuck god for that.

I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. George Eliot

What power--what importance--lies in the blank lines of an open notebook. Go and fill yours. Then share.

Good writing makes writers want to write.

Ik hoorde hoe flauw ik klonk. Als iemand die wel praat maar niets zegt.

Ted looked at Everett's face. "Percival Everett. Didn't you write a book called Erasure ?" Everett nodded. "I didn't like it," Ted said. "Nor I," Everett said. "I didn't like writing it, and I didn't like it when I was done with it." "Well, actually, I loved the novel in the novel. I thought that story was real gripping. You know, true to life." "I've heard that.

She laughed and asked, "What if Shakespeare was just hitting keys?" "Shakespeare didn't have a typewriter," I said. "What if he was just making marks on paper? And that's how he came up with Macbeth?" "I doubt it. Maybe Measure for Measure. I could see that with Measure for Measure. Not Macbeth.

Linda Mallory was the postmodern fuck. She was self conscious to the point of distraction, counted her orgasms and felt none of them. She worried about how she looked while making love, about how her expression changed when she started to come, whether she was too tight, too loose, too dry, too wet, too loud, to quiet and she found need to express these concerns during the course of the event.

Teach me half the gladnessThat thy brain must know,Such harmonious madness,From my lips would flow,The world should listen then, as I am listening now.

I weep for Adonais [John Keats]—he is dead!Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tearsThaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!

Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thoughts.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Poet's food is love and fame.

Poets, the best of them, are a very chameleonic race; they take the colour not only of what they feed on, but of the very leaves under which they pass

I'm... like a poet hidden In the light of thought Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds

Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets food is love and fame.

Hence the vanity of translation; it were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its color and odor, as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet. The plant must spring again from its seed, or it will bear no flower—and this is the burden of the curse of Babel.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Perhaps the only comfort which remains Is the unheeded clanking of my chains, The which I make, and call it melody.

The distinction between poets and prose writers is a vulgar error.