Quotes About Inspiration

As soon as you stop being humbled by the creation process, Little One, it is so much bigger than you are. And when you think it is you and you are it, it will drown you or burn you alive.

Do you know who we are Mum?" And at that moment I just look into her blue planets for eyes, and she says, "We are Daughters of Song, Mama." And at that I jump up with new life, pick her up, and say, "Now let's go play"_____

But over the years you can cultivate hate for the art you love.

What I wished another songwriter would have told me years and years ago is that your circumstances make up your story, and no one has exactly your story. It is your very own. You need never envy someone else's life story. Not as a songwriter.

The inspiration for "Cornflake Girl" came from a conversation she was having with a longtime friend about female genital mutilation in Africa, specifically how a close female family member would betray the victim by performing the procedure. Tori has said that growing up, the name they gave to girls who would hurt you despite close friendship was cornflake girls

The songs don't spring whole into existence; they are built.

Whenever something happens that makes me laugh or if I remember something in the middle of the night that I want to share, I jot the experience down.

Creativity is the state of consciousness in which you enter into the treasury of your innermost being and bring the beauty into manifestation." (p.232)

Although I am basically self taught, I consider Debussy my teacher - the most important elements are colour, light and shadow.

I am alone all day, I read a little but it gives me a headache. I draw and I paint, as much as I can, so much so that my hand gets tired and when it begins to get dark I wait to see if Jeanne d'Armagnac [one of the cousins] will come and sit by my bed. She comes sometimes and tries to distract me and play with me, and I listen to her speak without daring to look at her, she is so tall and so beautiful! And I am neither tall nor beautiful.

Jeg vil gerne rette en særlig tak til Illums Bolighus, fordi de skabte så smagfuldt og fint gennemtænkt et hjem for en familie, der aldrig har eksisteret.

I sink into a sweet melancholy and rhythmic waves of words stream through me again.

Jeg har skrevet hele mit liv og nærer en romantisk drøm om at dø midt i en sætning.

Engang vil jeg skrive alle de ord ned, der gennemstrømmer mig. Engang skal andre mennesker læse dem i en bog og undre sig over, at en pige alligevel kunne blive digter.

Someday I'll write down all of the words that flow through me. Someday other people will read them in a book and marvel that a girl could be a poet, after all . . . I want so badly to write down the words, but where in the world would I hide such papers?

I want your first trip to be with me. I want to show you cities and landscapes and teach you how to look at things in new ways and how to get along in places you don't already know inside out. I want to put some life in you...

It was simply that she was only fully alive when she devoted herself to her singular ability to draw, and when she drew she was naturally always alone.

He read the classics, the French and the German among others, but primarily the Russian, which enchanted him with their heavy patience.

She had picked the spot the day before and carried out a stool low enough to sit on and still have her paintbox and her water cup within reach. Anna didn't use an easel. Easels seemed to her an altogether too assertive aid, too obvious. She liked to work as unobtrusively as possible, the paper spread on a board in her lap, close to her hand.

Can you win anything better than the useless rewards of a fantastical imagination?

Passion. As you can see, I've lived quite a long time, which is to say I've been working for quite a long time, which is the same thing. And you know what? In the whole silly business, the only thing that really matters is passion. It comes and it goes. At first it just comes to you free of charge, and you don't understand, and you waste it. And then it becomes a thing to nurture.

Rubiini muuttui kuin meri. Väliin se oli vain vaalea, sitten siihen valahti ruusunväriä aivan kuin lumihuipulle auringon noustessa - ja äkkiä sen sisimmästä kohosi tummanpunaisia liekkejä. Se saattoi muuttua aivan kuin mustaksi tulppaaniksi, jonka heteinä hehkuivat pienet säkenet.

is that they come up with so many ideas and then they manage to carry them out and believe so strongly in what they do.

It's a beautiful thought, to meet a writer only in her books.