Quotes About Expression

Why must one talk? Often one shouldn't talk, but live in silence. The more one talks, the less the words mean. (Nana Kleinfrankenheim, Vivre Sa Vie)

Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self.

Photography is truth.

I am a painter with letters. I want to restore everything, mix everything up and say everything.

Poetry is a game of loser-take-all.

Good films get smaller audiences, but more of the viewer.

The most fantastic thing you could film is people reading. I don't see why no one's done it... The movie you'd make would be a lot more interesting than most of them.

C'est pour l'amour de la liberté qu'il devient « nègre » et se réduit en esclavage : pendant des années, son génie et son nom resteront invisibles dans les ténèbres de la sous-littérature

There ran in me sweet lines of poetry

I start a picture and I finish it.

Devenu chant, le cri n'est plus l'expression spontanée, éphémère et solitaire, d'un sentiment particulier; il prend langue avec l'universel.

There can be no neutrality. Not for anyone, still less for a writer. Those who use the weapon of words as an ornament or a toy leave the field open to the adversary.

Skye's always saying exactly the wrong thing to people-it wasn't just special for you.

What rhymes with smile?" "Bile, as in Your smile makes me want to throw up.

You have a rare and marvelous gift with words.

Do you think she'll want to later? Rosalind, I mean, not Aunt Claire. I mean, I'm sure Aunt Claire could do football drills if she wanted to, but I'd rather have Ros—I mean…" Tommy had trailed off into an embarrassed silence. Skye

I did know a girl in middle school who made hand puppets from her boyfriends' socks," said Aunt Claire. "I don't know if she talked to the puppets, but she did make the puppets talk to her.

revealing Jane in all her blood-soaked glory,

That's from The Sound of Music," said Jane, then started to hum along, in yet another key. Batty covered her ears and Jeffrey winced. Skye was less delicate. "Jane, be quiet," she said, and Jane was. Aunt Claire now moved on to "Do-Re-Mi," which sounded awful enough to make Hound abandon his exploration of the crutches.

You know me. I've got a warped sense of humor at the worst times.

les moules — comment dit-on—?

Love was love, but art was art and though he mixed the two a little, he never confused them.

When you live under the power of terror and segregation, you can't ever start a work of art.

My face has changed with the years and has enough history in it to give audiences something to work with.