Teresa Heinz Quotes

Remarks are not literature.

I believe in the paramount importance of entertainment, but I have something to say.

I've always got something to say.

Before I refuse to take your questions, I have an opening statement.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

The only kind of statement worth making is an overstatement.

I like to start every sentence with: 'So here's the deal.'

Language always gives you away.

Are you asking me or telling me?

If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.

My friend, when a man has anything to tell in this world, the difficulty is not to make him tell it, but to prevent him from telling it too often.

The world is waiting to hear from you.

Nothing could bother me more than the way a thing goes dead once it has been said.

What I've been saying to people is that I write it.

It's not what enters men's mouth that is evil," said the alchemist. It's what comes out of their mouths that is.

Technique is just a means of arriving at a statement.

My style of writing is very diffrent from yours.

To talk, simply to talk! It sounds so little, and how much it is! When you have existed to the brink of middle age in bitter loneliness, among people to whom your true opinion on every subject on earth is blasphemy, the need to talk is the greatest of all needs.

The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second “you.

Here is the time for the sayable, here is its home. Speak and attest. More than ever the things we can live with are falling away, and ousting them, filling their place, a will with no image. Will beneath crusts which readily crack whenever the act inside swells and seeks new borders.

I need to call Matt and let him know I'm okay," I said. Finn held the passenger door open while I got inside. As soon as he got in the driver's seat, I turned to him. "Well? Can I call him?" "You really want to?" Finn asked as he started the car. "Yes, of course I do! Why is that so suprising?

[A] pessimist gets nothing but pleasant surprises, an optimist nothing but unpleasant.

I write out of defiance.

If you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it!

You have to really know what you're saying.