Quotes About Inspiration

Social conditions that spur large numbers of people into action are ignored in favor of a Hollywood version of history focusing on one conquering hero. Since a movement for social change is embodied in its leader, death of the leader means death of the movement.

geniul nu este decât un împrumut: trebuie s?-l meriÈ›i prin mari suferinÈ›e, prin încerc?ri pe care s? le înduri cu modestie È™i fermitate; pân? la urm? sfârÈ™eÈ™ti prin a auzi voci È™i scrii dup? dictare.

Totul mi-a p?rut simplu: a scrie înseamn? s? sporeÈ™ti cu o perl? colierul Muzelor, s? laÈ™i posterit??ii amintirea unei vieÈ›i exemplare, s? aperi poporul contra lui însuÈ™i È™i contra duÈ™manilor lui, s? atragi oamenilor printr-o Slujb? solemn? binecuvântarea cerului. Nu-mi veni ideea c? se poate scrie pentru a fi citit.

Le génie n'est qu'un prêt: il faut le mériter par de grandes souffrances, par des épreuves modestement, fermement traversées; on finit par entendre des voix et l'on écrit sous la dictée.

Our best writers read the most.

We must have the courage to write those first words, stringing them together and perhaps stumbling, but staying in motion.

If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write. —Stephen King

Let others do your work for you. Use quotes, anecdotes, information from other authorities; let them carry your message across. —Vladimir Nabokov

Metaphors Be With You

And what I want people to get from music? Whatever they want. You know, whatever they like. Somebody asked me what I wanted to do, and I just said I wanted to give back to what it's given me. And meet all the people that are doing it; just to be in the world, really.

Fall in light, grow in light.

I'll rise like an ember in your name.

There is no threat to you in the paper, or in the pen, there's no threat in your creation, they welcome you.

You know how much is inside you and you have ideas of how to get it out into the open. Tap the source and let it flow and don't waste a drop by taking it for granted.

love your life live for the day

Of course I had. That's how I do it.

Perhaps Dexter's dutiful but uninspired brain pictured him as Sherlock Holmes, able to examine the wheel ruts and deduce that a left-handed hunchback with red hair and a limp had gone down the road carrying a Cuban cigar and a ukulele. I would find no clues, not that it mattered.

Art was creating something new, not mimicking something already in existence. What

The idea was intoxicating, and I believe I actually swayed a little as I tasted it.

Every now and then I feel like I am only receiving one track of a stereo recording, and this was one such time. I had no idea what—well, to be honest, I didn't even have an idea what to have an idea about.

I looked at Jackie with new respect. "Ingenious," I said, and she gave me a smile that made me want to sing.

Ah, well. At least religion was responsible for some nice pictures, and that should count for something.

loud musical voices from the bottom floor of your brain that try to send you reeling along the path, no matter how urgent they have become in the rippling light of the moon.

Is that not what a commander must do, earn respect, give them discipline and . . . love them?