Quotes About Self-expression

Any more décolletage and you'd look rather as if you might; any less and you'd look as if you might rather not." When Hilda was on form she was hard to resist—

I love acting. It's my playground, it let's me explore. But my happiness in this world - my level of peace - is never going to be dictated by acting.

Just be who you are, Luigi. Everybody else is already taken.

I put the costume on and said 'It's not very comfortable, but it looks amazing ' so it's all good.

Why does everybody think that women are debasing themselves when we expose the conditions of our own debasement? Why do women always have to come clean? The magnificence of Genet's last great work, The Prisoner of Love, lies in his willingness to be wrong: a seedy old white guy jerking off on the rippling muscles of the Arabs and Black Panthers. Isn't the greatest freedom in the world the freedom to be wrong?

Better, perhaps, to dress like a whore around the clock and thus achieve a fully integrated personality.

I found the second story that I'd ever written, 20 years ago in Wellington. It was written in the third person, the person most girls use when they want to talk about themselves but don't think anyone will listen.

Oh Dick, you eroticise what you're not, secretly hoping that the other person knows what you're performing and that they're performing too.

you eroticize what you're not, secretly hoping that the other person knows what you're performing and that they're performing too.

Richard seemed to like our morning conversations about Brecht and Althusser and Andre Gorz, but later on he turned the group against me for being too cerebral and acting like a boy. And weren't all these passionate interests and convictions just evasions of a greater truth, my cunt? I was an innocent, a de-gendered freak, 'cause unlike Liza Martin, who was such a babe she refused to take her platforms off for Kundalini Yoga, I hadn't learned the trick of throwing sex into the mix.

We aren't cool and never will be.

I don't mind not being cool.

I prefer to imagine that my wife, a few friends, and occasionally my mom are the only ones who read what I do, though I realize that this is somewhat unrealistic.

The whole experience reminded me of my own 'old lady' phase that I went through in high school while I was reading Somerset Maugham... The embroidered sweaters, the costume jewelry... I remember genuinely WANTING to be old then, to act as if the business of my life was already all but over, and that I was preternaturally wise because of it... God, the stupid things you'll do to try and meet boys...

Truth is, I cut my hair for freedom, not for beauty.

No disrespect to your people, but we're not going to San Francisco here. I ain't wearing any flowers in my hair, Dean said.

When you think that you are beautiful, you are liable to think that you are more beautiful than others, and such a thought is not a beautiful thought. To recognize or criticize ugliness and inferiority in others is to create the inferior and the ugly in yourself, and what you create in yourself will sooner or later be expressed through your mind and personality.

It takes courage to create your own identity, to stop believing old stories about who you are or that limit who you can be.

I knew there would be a negative reaction in the press to my divorce, but I am not going to live my life because of something someone might say. That goes against everything I sing on my records. I have to be myself.

I don't see makeup as a defense. I see it as a creative outlet. I am a woman who has my extreme vulnerable side and my baggage--and at times I feel extremely weak. And who's to say a little mascara doesn't make you feel more confident when you pop it on and look in the mirror? It helps, especially in my position, where I have people waiting down the street to take pictures of me so they can evaluate and criticize every little flaw on my face.

I still got the nasty in me.

I don't need nobody tryin' to make me over -- I just wanna live simple and free.

That's my little secret, Christina," he says. "I am always painting myself.

She feels like a circus clown who wakes up one morning and no longer wants to glue on the red rubber nose.