Quotes About Self-expression

I've learnt that you've got to be really non-apologetic... You've got to say, 'Hi, I'm here, can I have a cup of tea? And one of those biscuits?' If you say that, it's fine. If you go in and say, 'Excuse me, I'm a transvestite, I'll be in the corner, I won't be a problem, I'll face away,' everyone will go, 'Oh-oh, problem case in the corner.' So don't apologise.

Give them what you wish of it, what you think will not harm them, but do not feel aggrieved if they laugh at you.

She wanted to surprise everyone by her dash and originality, but she could not help modeling herself on the last person she met, and the confusion of ideals thus produced caused her much perturbation when she had to choose between two courses.

Don't let us be like all the others! she protested.

Why must a girl pay so dearly for her least escape from routine? Why could one never do a natural thing without having to screen it behind a structure of artifice?

Whitman believed himself, at the time when Drum-Taps was published, that it was so far the best thing he had written. It certainly contained the best poetry that was written during the war on the subject

It was evident that Madame Restell not only liked to do as she pleased, but to talk about it as well.

People think they are individuals because they use the word I so often, Patrick commented.

You are not a tragedy, you are a personal essay. You must rise above and you must do it in the last paragraph with basic grammar and easily recognized words.

all which isn't singing is merely talking and all talking's talking to oneself (whether that oneself be sought or seeking master or disciple sheep or wolf)

If we had 3 million exhibitionists and only one voyeur, nobody could make any money.

He who joyfully marches in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.

I wanted to be a doctor that I might be able to work without having to talk because for years I had been giving myself out in words.

Es cierto que uno quizás sea más excéntrico - mañoso - autista que los demás, pero uno está en su derecho.

No me interesa lo in, no me obsesiona estar on, no cultivo lo cool, no me fascina lo fashion y mi único must es masturbarme; lo friki me da escalofríos. Lo trendy, temblores.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

I've often thought that there isn't any "I" at all; that we are simply the means of expression of something else; that when we think we are ourselves, we are simply the victims of a delusion.

No puedo hablar con mi voz sino con mis voces.

No acepto ya la condición de Hombre-Avispa, de Hombre-Ninguno, ni admito que el ritmo de mi existencia sea marcado por el mazo de un cómitre.

La 16 ani investeam o gramad? de energie s?-mi afiÈ™ez plictiseala: îmi d?deam ochii peste cap, r?spundeam lapidar la întreb?rile p?rinÈ›ilor, r?mâneam impasibil la poveÈ™tile de via?? pe care le împ?rt??eau. Îmi construisem o armura de fier care îmi permitea s? evadez, s? citesc È™i s? m? întorc în propria-mi celul? f?r? ca nimeni s? observe.

Ipak, nerijetko ga je morila sumnja koja opsjeda srce mnogoga umjetnika: da je njegova umjetnost, iskopana iz najtamnijih dubina njegove duše, ?isto sranje. Ponekad je osje?ao takav stid da bi otkazivao probe. Nije mogao podnijeti razmišljanje o svojim pjesmama-njegovo se odsustvo talenta prostiralo pred njim poput Sahare pred umornim putnikom na smrdljivoj devi.

I remember how Talia got me to talk about the gardening thing. I've never told anyone else about that, but with this girl, I sort of feel like I can be myself without worrying about looking uncool. After all, she doesn't even know what "cool" is.

You should never deny who you are to please someone else. If that's the choice, then it's not meant to be.

I was spelling out a message that would allow me to talk to myself and to others. The novel that emerged was about things I could not speak of in life, in some cases literally. I would lie, or I would feel a weight on my chest as if someone was sitting there. But when the novel was done, I could read from it. A prosthetic voice.