Quotes about Expression
Anger is loaded with information and energy.
— Audre Lorde
I want to write down everything I know about being afraid, but I'd probably never have enough time to write anything else.
— Audre Lorde
In my journals I have a lot of conversations that I'm having with you in my head. I'll be having a conversation with you and I'll put it in my journal because stereotypically or symbolically these conversations occur in a space of Black woman/white woman where it's beyond Adrienne and Audre, almost as if we're two voices.
— Audre Lorde
I like cigarettes, Miss Taggart. I like to think of fire held in a man's hand. Fire, a dangerous force, tamed at his fingertips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone, watching the smoke a cigarette thinking. I wonder what great things have come from those hours. When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind - and it is only proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his one expression.
— Ayn Rand
She's a writer. The kind of writer who wouldn't be published outside. She believes that when one deals with words, one deals with the mind.
— Ayn Rand
Today we have discovered the word that could not be said. I
— Ayn Rand
Im waiting, for what, my kind of people, what kind is that, i can tell my kind of people by their faces, by something in their faces.
— Ayn Rand
When I listen to a symphony I love, I don't get from it what the composer got. His 'Yes' was different from mine. He could have no concern for mine and no exact conception of it. That answer is too personal to each man. But in giving himself what he wanted, he gave me a great experience.
— Ayn Rand
The Argument from Intimidation is a confession of intellectual impotence.
— Ayn Rand
Be ugly, be God
— Ayn Rand
I love doing it. Every building is like a person. Single and unrepeatable.
— Ayn Rand
The writer who develops a beautiful style, but has nothing to say, represents a kind of arrested esthetic development; he is like a pianist who acquires a brilliant technique by playing finger-exercises, but never gives a concert.
— Ayn Rand