Quotes About Creativity

Whatever sentence I extract whole and entire from this cauldron is only a string of six little fish that let themselves be caught while a million others leap and sizzle, making the cauldron bubble like boiling silver, and slip through my fingers.

She will write in a rage where she should write calmly. She will write foolishly where she should write wisely. She will write of herself where she should write of her characters. She is at war with her lot. How could she help but die young, cramped and thwarted?

But whatever effect discouragement and criticism had upon their writing—and I believe that they had a very great effect

The word 'time' split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable, words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time.

Una donna deve avere soldi e una stanza suoi propri se vuole scrivere romanzi.

it is fatal for anyone who writes to think of their sex. It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be woman-manly or man-womanly.

a woman writing thinks back through her mothers.

I would never re-write you. You are by far my most complete and greatest novel.

La indiferencia del mundo, que Keats, Flaubert y otros han encontrado tan difícil de soportar, en el caso de la mujer no era indiferencia, sino hostilidad. El mundo no le decía a ella como les decía a ellos: Escribe si quieres; a mí no me importa. El mundo le decía burlándose: ¿Escribir? ¿Para qué quieres tú escribir?.

Genius needs freedom; it cannot flower if it is encumbered by fear, or rancor, or dependency, and without money freedom is impossible.

Alas! a woman that attempts the pen, Such a presumptuous creature is esteemed, The fault can by no virtue be redeemed. They tell us we mistake our sex and way; Good breeding, fashion, dancing, dressing, play, Are the accomplishments we should desire; To write, or read, or think, or to enquire, Would cloud our beauty, and exhaust our time, And interrupt the conquests of our prime, Whilst the dull manage of a servile house Is held by some our utmost art and use.

Yaz? yazan birinin cinsiyetini unutmamas? çok tehlikelidir. Kat?ks?z ve basit bir erkek ya da kad?n olmak tehlikelidir; kad?ns? erkek ya da erkeksi kad?nlar olmal?y?z. (...) Ä°nsan?n zihninde kad?nla erkek aras?nda bir iÅŸbirliÄŸi oluÅŸmal?d?r ki yarat?c?l?k tamamlanabilsin.

Una mujer debe tener dinero y una habitación propia para poder escribir novelas; y esto, como veis, deja sin resolver el gran problema de la verdadera naturaleza de la mujer y la verdadera naturaleza de la novela.

Knitting her reddish-brown hairy stocking, with her head outlined absurdly by the gilt frame, the green shawl which she had tossed over the edge of the frame, and the authenticated masterpiece by Michael Angelo, Mrs. Ramsay smoothed out what had been harsh in her manner a moment before, raised his head, and kissed her little boy on the forehead. Let us find another picture to cut out, she said.

Finché scrivete ciò che desiderate scrivere, questo è tutto ciò che conta.

All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point — a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

They wrote as women write, not as men write. Of all the thousand women who wrote novels then, they alone entirely ignored the perpetual admonitions of the eternal pedagogue – write this, think that.

I want to write nothing in this book that I don't enjoy writing. Yet writing is always difficult.

Joy's life in the doing (..) I mean it's the writing, not the being read that excites me.

So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its colour, in deference to some headmaster with a silver pot in his hand or to some professor with a measuring-rod up his sleeve, is the most abject treachery, and the sacrifice of wealth and chastity which used to be said to be the greatest of human disasters, a mere flea bite in comparison.

cuál es el estado mental más propicio al acto de creación?, me pregunté. ¿Puede uno formarse una idea del estado mental que favorece y hace posible esta extraña actividad?

she makes me feel as if language is miserably insufficient. broken.

It is a profound truth that in 'every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place', as Woolf puts it, but for the writer that change is also a profound source of energy.

How he wrote and it seemed good; read and it seemed vile; corrected and tore up; cut out; put in' was in ecstasy' in despair; had his good nights and bad mornings... and could not decide whether he was the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.