Quotes About Creativity

Poiché una volta che il baco dei libri si è impadronito del sistema umano, lo indebolisce tanto che esso diventa una facile preda per quell'altro flagello, quello che si annida in fondo ai calamai e i cui germi pullulano in cima alla penna. La vittima incomincia a scrivere.

But what are stories? Toys I twist, bubbles I blow, one ring passing through another. And sometimes I begin to doubt if there are stories.

Yet even when they were freed from the practical impediments imposed upon their sex, they could not write because they had no tradition to follow. No sentence had been shaped, by long labor, to express the experience of women.

The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.

Kifejezéseket és újra csak kifejezéseket kell gyártanom, hogy valami szilárd dolgot iktassak a szobalányok tekintete, az órák tekintete, az arcok tekintete és magam közé, különben sírni fogok.

Nothing happens here except that I write and write, and curse and burn.

A solidão faz homens de talento ou idiotas. [...] A solidão domina os ânimos simplices, complica-os, enche-os de horror sagrado.

A writer should have the precision of a poet and the imagination of a scientist.

We are most artistically caged.

The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.

It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.

All the seven deadly sins are peccadilloes but without three of them, Pride, Lust, and Sloth, poetry might never have been born.

Genius is finding the invisible link between things.

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world's muteness.

I have rewritten — often several times — every word I have ever published. My pencils outlast their erasers.

To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.

do what only a true artist can do ... pounce upon the forgotten butterfly of revelation

There is no science without fancy and no art without fact.

Reality is neither the subject nor the object of true art which creates its own special reality having nothing to do with the average reality perceived by the communal eye.

There are teachers and students with square minds who are by nature meant to undergo the fascination of catagories. For them, 'schools' and 'movements' are everything; by painting a group symbol on the brow of mediocrity, they condone their own incomprehension of true genius.

Beauty plus pity-that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. Where there is beauty there is pity for the simple reason that beauty must die: beauty always dies, the manner dies with the matter, the world dies with the individual.

a person hoping to become a poet must have the capacity of thinking of several things at a time.

I liked, as I like still, to make words look self-conscious and foolish, to bind them by mock marriage of a pun, to turn them inside out, to come upon them unawares. What is this jest in majesty? This ass in passion? How do god and devil combine to form a live dog?