Quotes About Creativity

It's not that I want people to think I am smart, or even that I am a good writer. I write because I want to end my loneliness.

It's just that sometimes we make things up just to talk

I'd left behind a thousand tons of marble, I could have released sculptures, I could have released myself from the marble of myself. I'd experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough?

You used to write such honest books. Honest and emotionally ambitious. Maybe they weren't finding millions of readers. Maybe they weren't making you rich. But they were making the world rich

It was not the Jew, of course, who invented the love poem, but the other way around.

I was thankful, said my father, for the make-believe.

I'd write Ha ha ha! and instead of singing in the shower I would write out the lyrics of my favorite songs, the ink would turn the water blue or red or green, and the music would run down my legs (..)

What about the teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me.

And instead of singing in the shower I would write out the lyrics of my favorite songs, the ink would turn the water blue or red or green, and the music would run down my legs.

Did you manufacture any Z's?

Wings of a half finished book across his chest.

And I love the idea of books being more than books, or being, rather, something other than books. I think the ideal experience of my book would be like listening to music.

What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

I think this is why I relish writing for you so much. It makes it possible for me to be not like I am, but as I desire for Little Igor to see me. I can be funny, because I have time to meditate about how to be funny, and I can repair my mistakes when I perform mistakes, and I can be a melancholy person in matters that are interesting, not only melancholy. When writing, we have second chances

I started inventing things, and then I couldn't stop, like beavers, which I know about. People think they cut down trees so they can build dams, but in reality it's because their teeth never stop growing, and if they didn't constantly file them down by cutting through all of those trees, their teeth would start to grow into their own faces, which would kill them. That's how my brain was.

will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.

I think that this is why I relish writing for you so much. It makes it possible for me to be not like I am, but as I desire for Little Igor to see me. I can be funny, because I have time to meditate about how to be funny, and I can repair my mistakes when I perform mistakes, and I can be a melancholy person in manners that are interesting, not only melancholy. With writing, we have second chances.

Your books are arranged by the color of their spines, she said. How stupid.

Julia Bloch: 43. Wife of Jacob. Architect, although secretly ashamed of referring to herself as such, given that she's never built a building. Immensely talented, tragically overburdened, perpetually unappreciated, seasonally optimistic. Often wonders if all it would take to completely change her life would be a complete change of context.

Mencils?" "Pencils for men.

In other words, if everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once, they couldn't, because there aren't enough skulls!

And I love the idea of books being more than books, or being, rather, something other than books. I think the ideal experience of my book would be like listening to music. And I love the idea of books being more than books, or being, rather, something other than books. I think the ideal experience of my book would be like listening to music.

Ai carti publicate? - Nu, dar sunt inca foarte tanar. - Ai povestiri publicate? - Nu. Ma rog, una sau doua. - Cum sunt intitulate? - Las-o balta. - Asta-i un titlu clasa-ntaia.

Waarom? Omdat god de plagiaris liefheeft. Niet voor niets staat geschreven: 'En God schiep de mens naar Zijn beeld; naar het beeld van God schiep Hij hem.' God is de eerste aller plagiarissen. [...] Dus als wij plagiaat plegen, scheppen wij in feite 'naar het beeld van' en dragen we bij aan de vervolmaking van de schepping.