Quotes About Inspiration

Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.

You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago--they don't expect to meet them in the street or out shopping. They know their stories but not their names, and certainly not their faces. And most writers like it that way.

Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.

you can not fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or because they spoke languages you cannot understand. And, nonetheless, they have become your closest friends, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you, the lovers you have always dreamed of. -Antonio munoz molinas, "the power of the pen

Along Dog Green and Dog White, a crusty fifty-one-year-old general named Norman Cota strode up and down in the hail of fire, waving a .45 and yelling at men to get off the beach. Along the shingle, behind the sea wall and in the coarse beach grass at the base of the bluffs, men crouched shoulder to shoulder, peering at the general, unwilling to believe that a man could stand upright and live.

This was the pattern. Brigadier General Cota, the 29th Division's assistant commander, had been setting an example almost from the moment he arrived on the beach.

The Bible is authoritative on everything of which it speaks. Moreover, it speaks of everything.

The white moth of hope fluttered before her face.

The preliminaries were out of the way, the creative process was about to begin. The creative process, that mystic life force, that splurge out of which has come the Venus de Milo, the Mona Lisa, the Fantasie Impromptu, the Bayeux tapestries, Romeo and Juliet, the windows of Chartres Cathedral, Paradise Lost - and a pulp murder story by Dan Moody. The process is the same in all; if the results are a little uneven, that doesn't invalidate the basic similarity of origin.

What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul.

The blacker the night around us grew, the brighter and truer and more beautiful burned the word of God.

We must tell people what we have learned here. We must tell them that there is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still. They will listen to us, Corrie, because we have been here.

And yet, old friend, books do not age as you and I do. They will speak still when we are gone, to generations we will never see. Yes, the books must survive.

What feeds the soul matters as much as what feeds the body.

must tell people what we have learned here. We must tell them that there is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still. They will listen to us, Corrie, because we have been here.

You are not called to convince anyone. You are simply called to be an open channel for the Spirit of God to flow through.

To whomever she speaks, African students on the shores of Lake Victoria, farmers in a Cuban sugar field, prisoners in an English penitentiary or factory workers in Uzbekistan, she brings the truth they learned in Ravensbruck: Jesus can turn loss into glory.

And so Betsie and I arrived in Barracks 8 in the small hours of that morning, bringing not only the Bible, but a new knowledge of the power of Him whose story it was.

At last either Betsie or I would open the Bible. Because only the Hollanders could understand the Dutch text, we would translate aloud in German. And then we would hear the life-giving words passed back along the aisles in French, Polish, Russian, Czech, back into Dutch.

Show us. Show us how. It was said so mater of factly it took me a second to realize she was praying. More and more the distinction between prayer and the rest of life seemed to be vanishing for Betsie.

awe-inspiring deeds in the 21st century.

On my closed eyelids the sun glimmered and blazed. "It says," I began slowly, "that a Light has come into this world, so that we need no longer walk in the dark. Is there darkness in your life, Lieutenant?" There was a very long silence. "There is great darkness," he said at last. "I cannot bear the work I do here.

L'originalità assoluta non esiste; l'originalità relativa è l'unica alla quale possiamo aspirare. Ma all'interno di questa possibilità relativa c'è la nozione esatta di originalità, ovvero, ciò che conta è che la somma di tutte quelle influenze, quella specie di brodo culturale e vitale dal quale proviene uno scrittore, si traduce in una nuova apertura, in una nuova possibilità, in una nuova visione.

I had this really great amazing thing happen where I almost finished the book and I really needed to come up with an ending and I decided to go back and re-read the book and see if I could come up with an ending.