Quotes About Creativity

The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.

People often ask me how I make things funny. I don't make things funny.

If you work at comedy too laboriously, you can kill what's funny in the joke.

What I discovered I liked best about striking out on my bicycle was that the farther I got from home, the more interesting and unusual my thoughts became.

Robbie, at the moment, was very much full of hell. I was trying out a big Zoomar telescopic lens on my new Bell & Howell movie camera, holding on Robbie while she danced and pranced. She posed, flew around, wiggled a little. The word for it was: sensational.

This book is dedicated to: Hudson's Bay Scotch Kent Cigarettes and Yuban Coffee without which it might never have been written.

In recognition that any good idea is a fragile thing, you have to give it a few minutes to breath—like a good red wine.

Why be normal? What's the point?

I'm not interested in creating a book that is read once and then placed on the shelf and forgotten. I am very happy when people have worn out my books, or that they're held together by Scotch tape.

There are all kinds of writers. The best writers write children's books.

Artists paint pictures. The best artists paint pictures for children's books.

Your imagination must, to some extent, be found in a realm beyond reason because it begins with imagining a future reality: the self that you might become.

Education either functions as an instrument which is used to facilitate integration of the younger generation into the logic of the present system and bring about conformity or it becomes the practice of freedom, the means by which men and women deal critically and creatively with reality and discover how to participate in the transformation of their world.

Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.

If the dead are watching, I want them to see us writing, dancing, singing, painting. I want them to see that we still reach out to each other.

Sometimes, at night, in bed, before I fall asleep, I think about a poem I might write, someday, about my heart, says the heart.

When you have nothing to say, set something on fire. A blurry landscape is useless.

I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

Something has happened in the paint tonight and it is worth keeping.

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future.

Forget about his insides, his plumbing and his furnaces, put a thing in his hand and be done with it. No one wants to know what's in his head. It should be enough. To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn't. It should be.

I put on my best shirt because the painting looked so bad. Color bleeds, so make it work for you. Gravity pulls, so make it work for you. Rubbing your feet at night or clutching your stomach in the morning. It was illegible - no single line of sight, too many angles of approach, smoke in the distance. It made no sense. When you have nothing to say, set something on fire. A blurry landscape is useless.

Opera has always been my chief emotional release. Along with sex, of course.

You have to be able to roll your eyes up into your skull, down the inside of the back of your head, up your jawbone, and into the sockets again. That's how the writers wrote the character, and the producers have too much integrity to alter the conception.