Intimate Expression Quotes

Kiss. n. A word invented by the poets as a rhyme for "bliss".

The language you use for your poems should be the language you use with your friends.

Your mouth was made to suck my kiss.

Too many times you come across lyrics that sound like you've heard them before or you can't really relate to them. And I think that I write songs that sound fresh and sensual in kind of a layered, lush way. But I also think that they are real, and that's why I wanted to call the record 'Inside Out.'

A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

Fang looked at me, hope in his eyes, and I smirked at him. I save the huge emotional kissy-face for imminent death scenes. This probably didn't qualify.

A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets.

I didn't (and still don't) have comments [in my blog]. It's about simply writing for an audience of One.

When I do a mix tape for my kids, for my friends, for my lover, I meticulously choose the tracks, and it's beautiful. And when they are alone they think of me - and when I am alone I think of them.

My songs are a direct route into my brain and my heart.

The beauty of being a musician is writing songs. That's the best part. It's therapeutic and honest and private.

With 'Someone New', I was at my rawest, and I didn't want to cover it up. And same with 'You Should Know' and 'Under the Table.' I wanted it to be the lyrics and the chord progressions, and the intricacies of the guitar of 'Someone New' are so delicate, sometimes that's all you need.

When you listen to early Leonard Cohen records or Joni Mitchell records, you feel like a window is being opened into someone's life.

I think that if you want to pass emotion, you have to write a letter. Emotions do not pass in SMS or in e-mail.

The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood.

His writer's words poured over her like poetry, and she couldn't find a single wisecrack to put up between them.

When I'm performing, sometimes a lyric will touch on my personal life, and it can be difficult to sing. For instance, when I sing 'How I Love You,' I'll choke up.

Actually the action called a kiss represented nothing more for me than some place where my spirit could seek shelter.

The kiss. There are all sorts of kisses, lad, from the sticky confection to the kiss of death. Of them all, the kiss of an actress is the most unnerving. How can we tell if she means it or if she's just practicing?

I find it hard to write in the first person.

My most cryptic, strange songs might be my most personal, but that isn't how people are going to receive them, because they don't know the code.

There's a vulnerability to our music that attracts people.

My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.

I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.

The true color of life is the color of the body, the color of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest color of the unpublished blood.