Quotes About Creativity

Authors always feel in danger of being abandoned by loved ones. This is a potent fear. Yet it's as inevitable as writer's cramp when we presume to write words for others to read.

Christopher Isherwood tried to trick a good topic into rising from his unconscious by irritating it, "deliberately writing nonsense until it intervenes, as it were, saying, 'All right, you idiot, let me fix this.

Keys to Great Writing by Stephen Wilbers

Practicality requires that we stop somewhere in the process, but nothing actually says we can't keep on writing and revising. In fact, most writers continue to develop ideas and themes from one book to the next in what is essentially a lifelong evolution and revision.

I don't design clothes, I design dreams.

Writing is wretched, discouraging, physically unhealthy, infinitely frustrating work. And when it all comes together it's utterly glorious." National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) Pep Talk

There are no days in life so memorable as those which vibrated to some stroke of the imagination.

Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it

The quality of the imagination is to flow and not to freeze.

No orator can top the one who can give good nicknames.

Accept your genius and say what you think.

Come, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion.

There is hope in extravagance, there is none in routine.

Congratulate yourselves if you have done something strange and extravagant and broken the monotony of a decorous age.

An artist spends himself like the crayon in his hand, till he is all gone.

A creative economy is the fuel of magnificence.

The torpid artist seeks inspiration at any cost, by virtue or by vice, by friend or by fiend, by prayer or by wine.

Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend.

The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine, until an equal mind and heart finds and publishes it.

Yet America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

Genius has no taste for weaving sand.

I am the owner of the sphere,Of the seven stars and the solar year,Of Caesar's hand, and Plato's brain,Of Lord Christ's heart, and Shakespeare's strain.

I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot.

I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.