When he found the power to express what was in his heart, he found the love of a woman.

For any humanist such an incident would cause indescribable grief. But at the same time creating disturbances (aśānti)[,] indiscipline[,] and expressing outrage (akroś) is not the solution.

Liberty is the right of every man to be honest, to think and to speak without hypocrisy.

All the great utterances of man have to be judged not by the letter but by the spirit — the spirit which unfolds itself with the growth of life in history.

What? You thought I was a what? You...You...You daughter of a pig!

In the end all books are written for your friends. The problem after writing One Hundred Years of Solitude was that now I no longer know whom of the millions of readers I am writing for; this upsets and inhibits me. It's like a million eyes are looking at you and you don't really know what they think.

Clothing is my personal thing. Every time I get dressed, I fear that it will be the next three days' wear

You can't tell me who to hang with,
or kick my raps with,
or even make my snaps with,
'cause I'm full-grown and I got a full-grown mind,
so mother-fuck sticking with my own kind!

[https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/ho-xuan-huong Ho Xuan Huong] at the Poetry Foundation

[https://cartoonmovement.com/cartoonist/407 On Cartoon Movement]

Maybe we could express ourselves more fully when we say it without words.

I feel a spiritual sense, and that sense is a connection between generations. Some of the lyrics are about connecting intuitively with Mother Earth, sometimes with our evil nature, sometimes with our goodness. I love to connect with my ancestors. Also, I need to express these concerns that are a part of my generation.

Well, [Lorca had] a gift for gab. For example, he makes striking metaphors, but I think he makes striking metaphors for him, because I think that his world was mostly verbal. I think that he was fond of playing words against each other, the contrast of words, but I wonder if he knew what he was doing.

Someone handed me Mexico City Blues in St. Paul [Minnesota] in 1959 and it blew my mind. It was the first poetry that spoke my own language.

Fashion is what is suggested and often better avoided, [while] style is what each person has and must preserve throughout their life.

Nobody wants to be dancing to political songs. Every bit of music out there that’s making it into the mainstream is really about nothing. I wanted to see if I could write songs about something important and make it sound like nothing. And it kind of worked.