Quotes About Creativity

genius is independent of situation

Fourier believed the world would eventually contain thirty-seven million poets equal to Homer, thirty-seven million mathematicians equal to Newton, and thirty-seven million dramatists equal to Molière—although, he admitted, these were only "approximate estimates.

All by myself, wrapped in my thoughts,And building castles in Spain and in France.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.

She realized then that time passes, but the imagination remains, even if it does not seem to exist. (Elle comprit alors que le temps passe, mais l'imagination reste, même si cela semble ne pas exister)"

The writer dreams awake. The killer nightmares awake. (L'écrivain rêve éveillé. Le tueur cauchemarde éveillé)

One expected growth, change without it, the world was less, the well of inspiration dried up, the muses fled.

Stone walls confine a tinker cold iron binds a witch but a musician's music can never be fettered, for it lives first in her heart and mind.

Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

Eccentricities of genius.

Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.

She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir.

It is the fate of most men who mingle with the world, and attain even the prime of life, to make many real friends, and lose them in the course of nature. It is the fate of all authors or chroniclers to create imaginary friends, and lose them in the course of art. Nor is this the full extent of their misfortunes; for they are required to furnish an account of them besides.

He didn't at all see why the busy bee should be proposed as a model to him; he supposed the Bee liked to make honey, or he wouldn't do it — nobody asked him. It was not necessary for the bee to make such a merit of his tastes.

It is the fate of all authors or chroniclers to create imaginary friends, and lose them in the course of art.

He went to work in this preparatory lesson, not unlike Morgiana in the Forty Thieves: looking into all the vessels ranged before him, one after another, to see what they contained. Say, good M'Choakumchild. When from thy boiling store, thou shalt fill each jar brim full by-and-by, dost thou think that thou wilt always kill outright the robber Fancy lurking within—or sometimes only maim him and distort him!

For a week or a fortnight I can write prodigiously in a retired place (as at Broadstairs), and a day in London sets me up again and starts me. But the toil and labour of writing, day after day, without that magic lantern, is IMMENSE!!... My figures seem disposed to stagnate without crowds about them.

conventional phrases are a sort of fireworks, easily let off, and liable to take a great variety of shapes and colours not at all suggested by their original form.

until I almost thought he would gradually blow his whole being into the large hole at the top, and ooze away at the keys.

It would come dearer...for when a person comes to grind off poetry night after night, it is but right that he should expect to be paid for its weakening effect upon his mind.

The sands are the children's great resort. They cluster there, like ants: so busy burying their particular friends, and making castles with infinite labour which the next tide overthrows, that it is curious to consider how their play, to the music of the sea, foreshadows the realities of their after lives.

Blunt tools are are sometimes found of use, where sharper instruments would fail.

Recognizing the need is the primary condition for design.

In architecture the idea degenerated. Design allows a more direct and pleasurable route.