Quotes About Creativity

Art is meaningless in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.

I grew up thinking that writer and secretary were the same, except that a writer usually smelled of cocktails and came more often to meals.

As for the well-known Amory, he would write immortal literature if he were sure enough about anything to risk telling any one else about it.

The movies remind me of the Triangle Club at Princeton. I used to belong to it, and we always started out firm in our decision to create new and startling things. We always ended up by producing the same old show. In the beginning, our enthusiasm and ideals discarded as rubbish all the old fossilized plots.

Part of the enchantment of Paris in the Twenties was that everything that happened there seemed to have something to do with art.

I doubt if, after all, I'll ever write anything again worth putting in print.

Like so many men he had found that he had only one or two idea--that his little collection of pamphlets now in its fiftieth German edition contained the germ of all he would ever think or know.

He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.

She danced exceptionally well, drew cleverly but hastily, and had a startling facility with words, which she used only in love letters.

But the brilliance, the versatility of madness is akin to the resourcefulness of water seeping through, over, and around a dike.

AMORY WRITES A POEM

Let's build a town where

You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.

A good style simply doesn't form unless you absorb half a dozen top flight authors every year. Or rather it forms but, instead of being a subconscious amalgam of all that you have admired, it is simply a reflection of the last writer you have read, a watered-down journaleese.

Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace.

No child ever receives a box of colored crayons and says, "What's the point? I can't draw." Nor does she reject a jar of modeling dough because sculpture is too complicated. If you give him a guitar, he gets sounds out of it without fuss. If you ask her to sing, she doesn't refuse to because she doesn't know the words or because she hasn't got a perfect voice: she simply takes a breath, opens her mouth and belts it out!

The band did a salute to Stephen Foster and played 'Beautiful Dreamer' and we formed a bed. Then we played 'My Old Kentucky Home' while the majorettes slowly pranced like horses. We finished with 'I Dream of Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair', we formed a comb. Miss Philpot is running out of ideas if you ask me.

Ida had always been different. At school, when all the kids used to play church, and one would be the preacher, another the preacher's wife, a deacon, and the choir leader, and some would be the parishioners who had come to the church, Ida said she wanted to be God, because she was the only one who knew how to do it. Of

It was the story of her life and probably how she had survived this long: with a little talent and a lot of flair.

Even when I was failing math and everything else and I was feeling so bad about myself, you sat down with me and said, "Honey, there are those who do well at math, and then there are those, like yourself, who have been blessed with a creative mind and a wonderful imagination. I just know you are going on to do great things." You'll never know how you changed my life that day.

Good programming, like good books, asks a little more of the viewer. But no executive today will risk having the viewer bored for even a minute.

Truly Alice, books are wonderful things; to sit alone in a room and laugh and cry, because you are reading, and still be safe when you close the book; and having finished it, discover you are changed, yet unchanged! To be able to visit the City of Invention at will, depart at will – that is all, really, education is about, should be about.

Fortunately, there is more to life than death. There is for one thing, fiction. A thousand thousand characters to be sent marching out into the world to divert time from its forward gallop to the terrible horizon.

stitches the needle was making, Kate Starr