Quotes About Inspiration

I want people to have more to say about me after I'm gone than, 'He was a nice guy...he chased sticks!' —Snoopy

If you are a person who looks at the funny side of things, then sometimes when you are lowest, when everything seems totally hopeless, you will come up with some of your best ideas. Happiness does not create humor. There's nothing funny about being happy. Sadness creates humor.

I think each of us who deals in any way with things which are creative and things which are going to be read or looked at or heard by the public, needs always to test himself by the eighth verse in the fourth chapter of Philippians: 'Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

A man to carry on a successful business must have imagination. He must see things as in a vision, a dream of the whole thing.

In my mind's eye my thoughts light fires in your cities.

Dennis Wilson was killed by my shadow because he took my music and changed the words from my soul.

A song is a light we shine on others, not a light we shine on us.

A lot of dead writers feed my mind with their ever-present whisperings.

No matter how screwed up the artist might be, there's still the chance that they can produce art that people like us hang on our wall and talk about long after their death. That the sum is greater than one part. That maybe one incident does not a life make.

If God can make a firefly's butt light up like a star, then anything is possible. Anything

Music is a gift. We make it to give it away.

I'm not leaving something for you. I'm leaving something in you.

Music cuts people free." A pause. "It silences the thing that's trying to kill us.

But that's the thing about music. It doesn't enter through the mind. It enters through the heart.

I know I'm not alone and I don't walk alone. That I won't. When the thin whisper of a veil between what I can't see and what I can is pulled back and for one brief second I get a glimpse of what will be. Where the words 'might' and 'hope' intersect.

Colorado..... When God carved this place with His words, He lingered.

You were right about writers." Her voice was a whisper. "How's that?" "They die. Their words don't.

There is no way on this earth that something so beautiful can come out of something so screwed up. So black-hearted. But somehow it does, and because it's beautiful and I don't want to lose it, and because there is still a part of me that would like to share it, I write it down.

Kids are like a spring, or a Stretch Armstrong. No matter how many times they're passed around, passed off, and passed on . . . they snap back." He spit through his window. "Hope . . . it's the fuel that feeds them." He shook his head and spit something off the end of his tongue. "God forbid the day they stop eating it.

That was the night I learned the value of an old hymn. How something so old and "out-of-date" could say words my heart needed to hear and didn't know how to say.

or does, he still can." He tapped the lid of the jar. "If God can make a firefly's butt light up like a star, then anything is possible.

A lot of dead writers feed my mind with their ever-present whisperings. I

I'm not leaving something for you. I'm leaving something in you." I didn't like the way that sounded.

To some, a guitar is just wood and string. To others, it's a shoulder, a jealous mistress, danger, sabbath, a voice in the wilderness, a suit of armor, a curtain to hide behind, a rock to stand on, a flying carpet, a hammer. But sometimes, in moments where light meets the dark, it's a stake we drive in the ground and the darkness rolls back as a scroll.