Quotes About Creativity

I don't really make movies because I want to see my face on a billboard or because I want to get good reviews or have a big box office. That doesn't really matter to me at all.

It may be that the Chronicles of Narnia may outlive The Allegory of Love, and Perelandra outlive them both. Few works of learning and criticism survive a hundred years; what it was learned to know in 1950 will be expected of scholarship-candidates in 2000; new things will be discovered, old notions disproved, other critical values asserted; but a piece of genuine imagination in fiction may have a long life.

Ein Nachteil der maschinellen Aufschreibesysteme ist natürlich der sinkende Respekt vor dem einzelnen Wort. Früher, als man noch auf Marmor angewiesen war, um seine Gedanken zu verewigen, ging man sparsamer damit um. Um einen Roman in Marmor zu meißeln, müßte man schon ein Heer von Sklaven beschäftigen.

The only real elegance is in the mind; If you've got that, the rest really comes from it.

Over the ten years since she'd been born, the trees of Briary Swamp, West Virginia, had peered through May's window night after night. They had watched over her thoughtful brown eyes, the imaginative crook of her head, the strong character of her knobby knees. The trees had laughed at the jokes May told her cat. Their leaves had whispered over her wild inventions, her colorful stories, her drawings.

I Love Jodi anderson and all of her books!

I started writing when I had three kids under the age of 4. I used to write every ten minutes I got to sit in front of a computer. Now, when I have more time, I function the same way: if it's writing time, I write.

I have several writer friends, but I don't involve them in my work process. I'm more likely to talk about the business of publishing with them.

Every day is different, every day I'm on an adventure. If I get bored, you can bet that in the story I'm writing, bullets will fly.

I think that everyone should have at least a part of them that's self-invented; in fact, the world would be much more interesting if we all created our own identities afresh whenever we felt like it. Otherwise you're just walking around regurgitating what's expected, which is like, why bother?

Something occurs to me. "Have you ever tried writing something from Astrid's point of view?

How do you explain a zen parable, how explain a mind-bendingly unconventional but logistically correct view of 'reality' in a story? I just try everything I can think up and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't

But that was civilisation, so far as Logen could tell. People with nothing better to do, dreaming up ways to make easy things difficult.

Call it art, you can get away with anything.

A whole new thing. A forging of the humble parts of bread and cheese into a greater whole. I call it...a cheese-trap.

All motivators are valid if they produce good work, son. And frustration can be a powerful motivator.

Because there are so many kids, they run schools like factories, or dare I say, jails. You're put into lines and rows and moved when a bell rings. None of this is conducive to deep thinking or creativity. You start to go deep into a subject, and a bell rings to pull you out of it.

Intense psychological stress tends to shut down the part of the brain responsible for innovative, creative thought.

Arts and crafts turn out to be surprisingly enjoyable; there's something calming about sitting next to Shay in front of an assortment of glue sticks, pipe cleaners, markers, and googly eyes, with the freedom to create something ugly.

I'm a writer," Jane says. "I have a habit, I guess, where I see all the possibilities in a situation. No matter what, there's always at least one that's terrifying.

And in part because there are so many kids, they run the schools like factories, or, dare I say, jails. You're put in lines, moved when the bells ring, allowed to run around in a high-fenced yard once a day. None of this is conducive to deep thinking or creativity. You start to go deep into a subject, and a bell rings to pull you out of it.

muddled insides of his head, or perhaps his soul. He'd been writing the book for almost five years, but he'd done so in

Writing is a job, a talent, but it's also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon.

My words are my wings. They send me soaring. My words are my wings, and, I hope, never boring