How does it come about that what an intelligent man expresses is much stupider than what remains inside him?
Between thought and expression lies a lifetime.
Ah, if you could dance all that you've just said, then I'd understand.
To talk about paintings is not only difficult but perhaps pointless too. You can only express in words what words are capable of expressing-- what language can communicate. Painting has nothing to do with that.
I realised quite early that by the time I articulate my thoughts into words, I'm on to another thought. And what comes out wasn't what I thought of exactly. So not talking was a better option.
I have drawn from the well of language many a thought which I do not have and which I could not put into words.
I find vocabulary to be a great drawback.
I have always had this failing - that I cannot explain myself, as I have said, except at the cost of many words.
It's like I know what I gotta say, I just don't know how to say it to you.
It is not easy for me to sing consonants, and I am sorry if I don't sing the 'S'.
The more acute the experience, the less articulate its expression.
I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.
