Quotes About Creativity

Eavesdropping is a habit fiction writers get into. Fiction writing will lead you into a number of socially unacceptable practices.

Art is a kind of mining, he said. The artist a variety of prospector searching for the sparkling silver of meaning in the earth.

Any work of art, said her grandfather,must achieve sainthood before we set it free to roam in the world.

Like the piano player, I have memory in my fingertips. I watch words spill out creating worlds, inventing colors, bridging generations.

I have pulled threads from magic tapestries already woven and used them to weave my own cloth.

Fiction is like wrestling with angels-you do not expect to win, but you do expect to come away from the experience changed.

If there is a single person at the nexus of fantasy literature, it is Terri Windling -- as editor, as writer, as painter, as muse.

We write not just to show off, not just to tell, or only to have written. We write to know ourselves.

Love the writing, love the writing, love the writing... the rest will follow.

The only duty of the dreamer is to tell the truth about the dream.

Write, write, & write some more. Think of writing as a muscle that needs lots of exercise.

The Baba gives me paper, and a pen that sputters ink. Write, she says, tell the true Though you may have to lie to do it.

The storyteller in me asks: what if? And when I try to answer that, a story begins

Read to me riddles and read to me rhymes Read to me stories of magical times Read to me tales about castles and kings Read to me stories of fabulous things Read to me pirates and read to me knights Read to me dragons and dragon-book fights Read to me spaceships and cowboys and then When you are finished– please read them again.

I learned to write poetry, telling the truth through metaphor, simile, straight-forward lies.

How can this be, this great magic, that makes real the unreal, the not-actual into a kind of factless fictual, turns lies into the True? Don't ask me, for I am new at this work, new at telling my own truth. All I can start with is Once Upon A Time, that oldest and truest of lies.

You want to tell this story, perhaps now you will.

Hans was never good at giving proper answers. He always had different answers in his head, odd answers, answers that his teachers and his parents and his grandmother and even his crazy grandfather seemed to think were wrong. But they weren't wrong answers, they were just his answers. He wondered suddenly what the Ice Maiden would do if he gave her a wrong answer. And, thinking this, he found he couldn't open his mouth at all.

When I was six years old I sprinkled sugar on my head, convinced myself it was pixie dust, wished myself invisible, and walked into the boys' bathroom at school.

I can give you a better 'and then', Ranger said.

If I could just get Broom to cooperate, we could fly, Glo said. Then we wouldn't have to worry about traffic. Harry Potter didn't have to worry about traffic. You relize Harry Potter isn't real, right? Of course, but he could be. I mean, maybe not Harry Potter, but someone like him. Who's to say?

If Mickey Mouse could fly, he'd be Donald Duck.

I don't get writer's block because I don't believe in it. I believe you sit in front of the computer and force your fingers to get something on the screen.

I would have graduated higher, but I flunked gravy.