Quotes About Creativity

You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago—they don't expect to meet them in the street or out shopping. They know their stories but not their names, and certainly not their faces. And most writers like it

I think we should sometimes read stories where everything's different from our world, don't you agree? There's nothing's like it for teaching us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we have five fingers rather than six." Of

I'm only a kind of book doctor. I can give books new bindings, rejuvenate them a little, stop the bookworms from eating them, and prevent them from losing their pages over the years like a man loses his hair. But inventing the stories in them, filling new, empty pages with right words-- I can't do that. That's a very different trade. A famous writer once wrote, 'An author can be seen as three things: a storyteller, a teacher, or magician-- but a magician, the enchanter, is in the ascendant.

Perhaps the story now goes on beyond the book.

Denkst du nicht auch, dass man von Zeit zu Zeit Geschichten lesen sollte, in denen alles etwas anders ist als in unserer Welt? Nichts lehrt einen besser zu fragen, warum die Bäume grün und nicht rot sind und warum man nur fünf und nicht sechs Finger hat.

I libri la rincuoravano quando era triste e scacciavano la noia mentre Mo tagliava, rilegava, incollava pagine ormai logore, rese fragili da anni e anni d'uso sotto le innumerevoli dita che le avevano sfogliate.

Depose sul tavolo la cartella in cui teneva i risguardi da inserire prima del frontespizio e prese a sfogliarli con aria assente. «Ogni libro dovrebbe cominciare con una pagina vuota» aveva detto una volta a Meggie. «Meglio se scura: rosso scuro, blu scuro, a seconda del colore della copertina. Quando apri il libro, è come se fossi a teatro. Il sipario copre il palcoscenico. Tu lo tiri da parte e ha inizio la rappresentazione.»

Mai prima di allora, però, aveva incontrato qualcuno che scriveva le frasi che ne riempivano le pagine. Persino di alcuni dei suoi libri preferiti non sapeva nemmeno il nome dell'autore, né tanto meno aveva idea di che aspetto avesse. Sempre e solo i personaggi scaturiti da quelle magiche parole aveva visto con gli occhi della fantasia, mai chi stava dietro, chi li aveva inventati.

Voglio dire che io fiuto le belle storie a chilometri di distanza. Quindi non tenti di nascondermene una. Sputi fuori, forza, e in cambio si guadagna una fetta di questo fantastico dolce con i buchi - soggiunse in tono scherzoso.

Come Mo aveva detto un giorno, scrivere storie, in fin dei conti, ha un po' a che fare con la magia.

An author can be seen as three things: a storyteller, a teacher or a magician – but the magician, the enchanter is in the ascendant.

Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: it always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on – developing and changing like our own world.

I wish I could do that, it whispered. I'd like to bring them out of books, touch them, all those characters, all those wonderful characters. I want them to come out of the pages and sit beside me, I want them to smile at me, I want, I want, I want...

ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world?

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air. William Shakespeare, Romeo and

I am like a goldsmith hammering day and night Just so I can extend pain Into a gold ornament as thin as a cicada's wing Xi Murong

Las malas historias no despiertan a la vida. No hay ningún Dedo Polvoriento en ellas.

That was the trouble with writing, there were such an infinite number of turns the story could take. How were you to know which one was right?

Real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.

Cornelia Funke

They were here already, all of them: Dustfinger and Capricorn, Basra and Roxane, Minerva, Violante, the Adderhead...you merely wrote their story, but they didn't like it, and now they're writing it for themselves.

You want me to write something about him? Heavens, it was confusing enough when I had only my own characters to worry about!

For one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. The brain is like a wet sponge at that hour. And for another, real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.

They let him in without a word, their prince's poet, the man who put their world in ink words, and had made it out of words.