Quotes About Expression

Foot," she said in a matching torrent of Jannisetti curses, "Heel. Sole. Toes, with green toenail polish!

The dance is sweeter than the song.' "Let

I love you, Tippy. I don't mean it to sound corny or kidlike, and I'm not asking you to love me. I just want you to know it, that's all.

Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.

Why do you weep?" "The pain," I said, and it was true, but it was not of my wounds I spoke.

This is what it is the business of the artist to do. Art is theft, art is armed robbery, art is not pleasing your mother.

Poets and novelists and playwrights make themselves, against terrible resistances, give over what the rest of us keep safely locked within our hearts.

The Olwyn force wins only when the writer bows to its power and puts down his pen.

As you no doubt gathered, I do not devote the care to word selection and organization in my letters that I do in my books Generally, I don't write letters at all...Writing, for me, is work, and I do not like to do my work carelessly, but if I waited until I got a letter into the shape I'd be happy with, you would never hear another word from me and would think I had perished on a mountain...

The expression on her face is scarier than an actress in one of dad's horror movies.

Janet Tashjian

Perhaps I wasn't going crazy after all. Perhaps I was just becoming a writer.

By definition, fiction writers lie for a living.

You can't rush your muse. They don't punch time clocks.

I got another lecture on using my diaphragm. He also told me my notes were breathy and in my throat as opposed to in my forehead, where I should be feeling them. Really. He told me that. I was supposed to feel the notes in my forehead. Which is why artistic people are so annoying. They say these sorts of things and expect the rest of us to know what they're talking about.

And I told you that you're beautiful—in some really poetic way even Mr. Hoyer would think was sonnet worthy." "What did you say?" "How about that your eyes shine like unspoken promises?

They whisper: no little man from Customs and Immigration stands at the doors of memory or imagination demanding to see your passport. No arts bureaucrat or ComLit satrap can stamp OzLit, CanLit, FemLit, MigrantLit, or Displaced Person on your visa.

If you look at it from another point of view, words can be very confusing. Because they are often beautiful and we have so many of them and although they are very powerful they have no will of their own, we can use them without permission-wildly, madly and get into terrible muddles.

You would think there's a natural limit to tears: only so much the body can give at one sitting before it runs dry.

Friedrich desiderò ardentemente Clara, a prescindere dal suo sesso. Prima ancora di sapere cos'era, chi era, sapeva quello che sarebbe stata: la più grande pianista che lui potesse plasmare

What would be the purpose of having an imagination and not using it?

Art is a spiritual practice. If it weren't for art, I'd have given up on God a long time ago. This cathedral though....is very convincing.

Julia Cameron's book The Artist's

Dance comes naturally to us when we're little but fades when we get older. Too many people let the stresses of life get them wound up. I think there's something to be said for cutting loose and having a good time. And hey, people even danced in Bible days.