Quotes About Inspiration

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

Climb a tree — it gets you closer to heaven.

Most writers have a cherished beat-up typewriter and a favorite well-maintained pen.

Stories live in typewriters. Try a different typewriter — you may get a different story.

Verses of veggies poems of fruit dotted with seeds raw green rhymes in melodious bodies

Above all, do not lose your desire to walk: every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness; I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.

Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither...

May all your weeds be wildflowers.

Many gardeners will agree that hand-weeding is not the terrible drudgery that it is often made out to be. Some people find in it a kind of soothing monotony. It leaves their minds free to develop the plot for their next novel or to perfect the brilliant repartee with which they should have countered a relative's latest example of unreasonableness.

Rain and wind speak more than just water and air— Rain patters hope Wind whispers let go...

A vineyard is planted poetry.

Experience is the father, and memory the mother of wisdom.

This would be a great time in the world for some man to come along that knew something.

When I glimpse the backs of women's knees I seem to hear the first movement of Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony.

The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is that you really want to say.

Writing is my time machine, takes me to the precise time and place I belong.

Author: a dancer of typewriter keys.

Let your pen faithfully reflect the glint of light from your soul.

Any real writer — or reader — has had a papercut on the forehead at least once.

Your writing chamber isn't the office or the study — it's your heart.

The traditional sacrifices of a writer are soul and sleep.

I write because... every writer has only one story to tell, really, and I haven't told mine yet.

Writing is both a sacrificing and a saving of soul.

My prose style at this time was a stomach-twisting blend of the Bible, Carl Sandburg, H.L. Mencken, Jeffrey Farnol, Christopher Morley, Samuel Pepys, and Franklin Pierce Adams imitating Samuel Pepys. I was quite apt to throw in a "bless the mark" at any spot, and to begin a sentence with "Lord" comma.