Quotes About Creativity

Let's face it, writing is hell.

Art is the effort to appreciate and express the God who is its Beauty.

Once he gave her a Rothko book—an interesting choice, since like Elliott, Rothko also attended Lincoln High School in Portland (as had poet Gary Snyder and Simpsons creator Matt Groening). The

The capacity you're thinking of is imagination without it there can be no understanding, indeed no fiction.

I read hungrily and delightedly, and have realized since that you can't write unless you read.

The same applies to any artist; we are the tools and instruments of our talent. We are outsiders; we have no place in society because society is what we're watching, and dealing with.

People like me write because otherwise we are pretty inarticulate. Our articulation is our writing.

My fiction may, now and again, illuminate aspects of the human condition, but I do not consciously set out to do so: I am a storyteller.

I have never believed in the axiom that a writer should first and foremost write about what he knows. I think it's a piece of misinformation.

childlike intuition, free play, and body movement were integral to his creative thinking.

Gyerekfejjel Joan meg én külön világot teremtettünk magunknak, szembeszegülve azzal, amit most feln?ttként lelki szegénységnek nevezek. A lelki szegények szüntelen gyanakvással tekintenek mindenre, ami eltér az átlagtól, ismeretlen vagy nem általánosan elfogadott; azontúl minden, ami nem jár gyakorlati haszonnal, ugyancsak elvetend? a szemükben.

Fura, hogy egy süket ember éppen énekes kanárit tenyésszen. Beethovenre emlékeztet.

In art, truth is a means to an end; in science, it is the only end.

Self-expression is the dominant necessity of human nature.

The poet's darling.

Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting

As if his whole vocationWere endless imitation.

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great or original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

Scorn not the sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,Mindless of its just honors; with this keyShakespeare unlocked his heart.

And mighty poets in their misery dead.

A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.