Even so, sometimes I wish I did have a little bit more flair in my language.
I've just simply used what I've used because of the great, great expressive potential of it.
...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.
Iggy Pop has a voice that's somehow simultaneously self-mocking, wild, precise, amused, righteous, cool, contained and bold. I don't know how he does what he does.
A man who has a language consequently possesses the world expressed and implied by that language.
His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.
Music has a great advantage: without mentioning anything, it can say everything.
The camera is simply not the supple and powerful instrument of description that the pen is.
Poetry is an extra hand. It can caress or tickle. It can clench and fight.
The writer must be able to revel and roll in the abundance of words; he must know not only the direct but also the secret power of a word. There are overtones and undertones to a word, and lateral echoes, too.
I guess high verbal skills are highest in my list of necessary qualifications for a man - for anyone actually. I like to talk. And I don't necessarily move far, but I move fast.
I feel like I can communicate much better using images than words.
There’s plenty that poetry cannot do. But the miracle, of course, is how much it can do, how much it does do.
For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.
Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.
There are writers who can express in as little as twenty pages what I occasionally need as many as two for.
