Quotes About Inspiration

When you grow up to be an author and write books, you'll think you're making the books up, but they'll all really be true, somewhere.

There are no rules. Only principles and natural laws.

And, suddenly, as if her head cleared, she was quite sure that wonderful things did indeed exist. Even if they're only in my own mind, she thought, they're there and worth fighting for.

Charles liked poetry because the lines were so short. You could think your own thoughts in the spaces around the print.

Sophie lut: « Va prendre l'étoile tombée Et fais enfanter la mandragore, cette racine pure. Dis-moi où sont donc les années écoulées Ou qui du diable le sabot fend. Apprends-moi à entendre des sirènes le chant Ou à retenir de l'envie les morsures Et trouve céans Quel bon vent Permet à l'esprit honnête d'aller de l'avant. Décide de ce qu'il en est Et le second couplet toi-mémé écriras. »

If you annoy me, watch out! I shall put you in a book as a baddie and then make people laugh at you.

Much of life becomes background, but it is the province of art to throw buckets of light into the shadows and make life a new again.

The beauty and genius of a work of art may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished harmony may yet again inspire the composer; but when the last individual of a race of living things breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again.

Each photograph is a magic lamp rubbed by the mind.

Only by fumbling with countless bits of knowledge, and then ignoring most of it, does a creative mind craft something original.

I tend to think of the act of photographing, generally speaking, as an adventure. My favorite thing is to go where I've never been.

I would never choose a subject for what it means to me. I choose a subject and then what I feel about it, what it means, begins to unfold.

What moves me about...what's called technique...is that it comes from some mysterious deep place. I mean it can have something to do with the paper and the developer and all that stuff, but it comes mostly from some very deep choices somebody has made that take a long time and keep haunting them.

When friends couldn't be found, the books were always waiting with something new to tell. Life that was getting too much the same could be shaken up in a few minutes by the pictures in a book of some ancient temple newly discovered deep in a rain-forest, a fuzzy photo of Uranus with it's up-and-down rings, or a prismed picture taken through the faceted eye of a bee. -Nita Callahan- -So You Want To Be A Wizard-

When friends couldn't be found, the books were always waiting with something new to tell. Life that was getting too much the same could be shaken up in a few minutes by the pictures in a book of some ancient temple newly discovered deep in a rain-forest, a fuzzy photo of Uranus with it's up-and-down rings, or a prismed picture taken through the faceted eye of a bee.

When people think an idea is theirs, he said later in his writings aboard Rea's Helm, they take it so much the more to heart than if they think they got it from someone else, or worse, followed a great public trend. There is nothing people want to do more than to follow great trends, and nothing they want less to seem to be doing.

Believe something and the Universe is on its way to being changed. Because you've changed, by believing. Once you've changed, other things start to follow. Isn't that how it works?

When one is nothing, one invents. It fills a void.

My genius is not so frail a thing that it cowers from the dirty fingers of newspapernen.

Well, then," the cressman concluded sagely, "just 'cause a thing's impossible don't mean it can't happen.

Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover.

My study throngs with characters waiting to be written. Imaginary people, anxious for a life, who tug at my sleeve, crying, 'Me next! Go on! My turn!' I have to select. And once I have chosen, the others lie quiet for ten months or a year, until I come to the end of the story, and the clamor starts up again.

No matter how banal the contents, there is always something that touches me. For someone now dead once thought these words significant enough to write them down.

Miss Winter restored to me the virginal qualities of the novice reader, and then with her stories she ravished me.