Quotes About Inspiration

I was breathing life into the book through my hand, and the book was breathing back out through me into the world. And what was a book but leather? And what was leather but animal skin? And what was paper but a tree, and vellum but lamb? And what was I but an idea?

I leaned back and glimpsed the stars, the same stories again but written in the sky.

Children are more than we think they are; they can do more than we think they can do. All they need is a vote of confidence from grownups, whom they will ultimately replace anyway. Their dream today will become the realities of tomorrow.

If we nurture the dreams of children, the world will be blessed. If we destroy them, the world is doomed!

Not everyone may like what you do but you are the reason someone finds happiness in life so don't stop.

As writing is one of the desperate professions, it has universal appeal, especially for those not engaged in it.

While I was trying to write, I was trying to grow.

I put the copy of 'A Christmas Carol' that my grandfather had first read to me 60 years ago on my desk, and I began to write. The result, for better or for worse, is the 'Christmas Spirits.' I plan to read it to my grandson.

What no one tells you about having children is that it isn't tbe physical demand thry make in your life that affects your art, it's the emotional space they fill, crowding out your art. So even when you have the time to work, you're still mentally occupied.

HIM THE ONLY REASON TO GO TO SCHOOL!!! <3

I used my imagination to make the grass whatever color I wanted it to be.

controversial performance as a corrupt detective in Training Day—would be seen holding the Oscar for best actor, almost four decades after Poitier's

I change from present to past tense and back again, and use an annoying passive voice throughout the whole thing.

Be honest. Be kind. Be honorable. Work hard. And always be awesome.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be as good an actor as Patrick, as cool as Frakes, and as funny as Brent. From time to time, one of them would say something to me that made me feel like I'd taken a step in that direction, and it always meant the world to me. I loved it when Brent would joke around with me, because it made me feel like I was the peer I so desperately wanted to be, instead of the clueless teenager I knew I was.

On that day, the library was transformed from a confusing and intimidating collection of books into a thousand different portals through time and space to fantastic worlds for me to explore.*

Sometimes, the Best Adventures are the Ones We can only Dream about.

Fly for me, Bird of the Sun.

The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who, in their grueling travels across trackless lands in prehistoric times, looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space, at full speed, above all obstacles, on the infinite highway of the air.

I am an enthusiast, but not a crank in the sense that I have some pet theories as to the proper construction of a flying machine. I wish to avail myself of all that is already known and then, if possible, add my mite to help on the future worker who will attain final success.

By the death of Mr. O. Chanute the world has lost one whose labors had to an unusual degree influenced the course of human progress. If he had not lived the entire history of progress in flying would have been other than it has been.

I just can't find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read.

Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit ignite a fire within you to leave this world better than when you found it...

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.