Quotes About Inspiration

Only recently, glancing at the novel, I realized that Montag is named after a paper manufacturing company. And Faber, of course, is a maker of pencils! What a sly thing my subconscious was, to name them thus.

What could he say in a single word, a few words, that would sear all their faces and wake them up?

if you are writing without zest, without gusto, without love, without fun, you are only half a writer. It

Somehow the people who made tennis shoes knew what boys needed and wanted. They put marshmallows and coiled springs in the soles and they wove the rest out of grasses bleached and fired in the wilderness. Somewhere deep in the soft loam of the shoes the thin hard sinews of the buck deer were hidden. The people that made the shoes must have watched a lot of winds blow the trees and a lot of rivers going down to the lakes. Whatever it was, it was in the shoes, and it was summer.

He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I've never gotten over his death. Often I think, what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands. He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.

I do wish to run, seize this greatest time in all the history of man to be alive, stuff my senses with it, eye it, touch it, listen to it, smell it, taste it, and hope that others will run with me, pursuing and pursued by ideas and ideas-made machines.

Tas, kas jums vajadz?gs, nav gr?mat?s vien! Mekl?jiet to ar? daudz kur citur — vec?s gramofona plat?s, vec?s film?s un vecos draugos, mekl?jiet dab? un paši sev?. Gr?matas ir tikai viena no tvertn?m, kur glab?jam to, ko baid?mies aizmirst. Gr?mat?m paš?m nav ma?iska sp?ka. Šis sp?ks ir tam, kas gr?mat?s pateikts, tam, kas Visuma gabali?us m?su priekš? sadiedz vienot? vesel?.

Without knowing I had been Tut's child all the while, writing the Red World's hieroglyphics, thinking I thrived futures even in dust-rinsed pasts.

He built an architecture of Bach, stone by exquisite stone, raising a music cathedral so vast

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them, at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us. Of

Stuff your eyes with wonder.

And when a man talks from his heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry.

Y para eso escribo, escribo, escribo, al mediodía o a las tres de la madrugada. Para no estar muerto.

Ray Bradbury

Ne laissons pas le torrent de la mélancolie et de la philosophie débilitante noyer notre monde.

And the moon be still as bright.

Yakmak bir zevkti.

Not to write, for many of us, is to die.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. For writing allows just the proper recipes of truth, life, reality as you are able to eat, drink, and digest without hyperventilating and

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say. -Faber

Thomas Wolfe ate the world and vomited lava. Dickens dined at a different table every hour of his life. Molière, tasting society, turned to pick up his scalpel, as did Pope and Shaw. Everywhere you look in the literary cosmos, the great ones are busy loving and hating.

So, for thousands of years, you humans have needed kings, priests, philosophers, fine examples to look up to and say, 'They are good, I wish I could be like them.

In his half-sleep last night he had felt something writing on the insides of his eyelids.

Faber sniffed the book. Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land?