She was not one for emptying her face of expression.

For Chopin, everything was a pure expression of the soul and emotion, ... His playing had a silvery tone, and I've found it helpful to think of him as an early Debussy, with that exquisite airiness and shimmer.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

True artistic expression lies in conveying emotion.

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.