Quotes About Inspiration

Am scris adeseori c? spiritul creator nu este altceva decât spiritul de contradicÅ£ie sub forma lui cea mai înalt?.

Be you writer or reader, it is very pleasant to run away in a book. Jean Craighead George

You know, he said, when you paint over something, everything that was there before isn't really gone. It's still there. All the layers of color, the scrapes and dents, even the bare wood hiding beneath, they shape what's painted top, inspire it even, but they don't define it. That's up to the painter.

I should like to write about what happens when fictive people encounter and are embellished by real people.

Good writers borrow, great writers steal. —T. S. Eliot (but possibly stolen from Oscar Wilde)

Singur, n-am cunoscut niciodat? plictiseala, chiar atunci când nu f?ceam nimic: imaginaÈ›ia mea, umplând toate golurile, era ea singur? de ajuns spre a m? È›ine ocupat.

ÖrneÄŸin çocuk gördüÄŸü bir ÅŸeyi istiyorsa ve bu da ona verilebilir bir ÅŸeyse, o zaman bu ÅŸeyi çocuÄŸa getirmektense çocuÄŸu ona götürmek daha doÄŸru olur: O, bu uygulamadan ya??na göre bir sonuç ç?kar?r ve bu sonucu ona esinlemenin baÅŸka hiçbir yolu yoktur.

Mother did not answer. She was still gazing up at the sky. After a while she said, I made up a sort of saying for myself, Nat. I will lift up my eyes unto the stars. Sometimes, if you look at the stars long enough, it helps. It shrinks your day-by-day troubles down to size. She smiled. 'We'd better go back. Granny and Father will be wondering where we are.

On Central Park West, a woman searching for just the right superlative for the man who is guiding New York through the greatest disaster ever to hit an American city finally said, "He's not like a god; he is God." . . . He has achieved what political observers would have told you two weeks ago is impossible. He is not only respected, but revered. And not only revered

I started writing to please myself, a story I would like to read, and that is still true.

countered. "I suspect the story was made up by a woman who had a

La mano y la vista hacen al artista.

Works of art were not just the finished product, but the thought, the action, the process that created them.

chaise lounge' days, when, too tired to lift even a paintbrush, she would lie about nibbling candied rose leaves.

El amor es una gran cosa poética que es preciso no espantar.

I had thought out this sentence, at first it had been a small part of myself. Now it was inscribed on the paper, it took sides against me. I didn't recognize it any more. I couldn't conceive it again. It was there, in front of me; in vain for me to trace some sign of its origin. Anyone could have written it. But I ... I wasn't sure I wrote it. The letters glistened no longer, they were dry. That had disappeared too; nothing was left but their ephemeral spark.

all greatness must first take its shape in dreams.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.

The really important difficulty is the place, room, cave, cabin to write in. – Jean Rhys

I have a lot of writing to do and not as much time as you'd think. I do it at night now and look a bit haggard afterwards.

I thought I'd try to write her a life

Music begins where the possibilities of language end

Music is, for me, like a beautiful mosaic which God has put together. He takes all the pieces in his hand, throws them into the world, and we have to recreate the picture from the pieces.