Quotes About Creativity

All nice girls sketch a little.

I have never written a novel yet...without doing 40,000 words or more and finding they were all wrong and going back and starting again, and this after filling 400 words with notes, mostly delirious, before getting into anything in the nature of a coherent scenario.

It was as if Nature had intended to make a gorilla, and had changed its mind at the last moment.

There is nothing an author today has to guard himself more carefully against than the Saga Habit. The least slackening of vigilance and the thing has gripped him.

You see, the catch about portrait-painting—I've looked into the thing a bit—is that you can't start painting portraits till people come along and ask you to, and they won't come and ask you to until you've painted a lot first.

No burglar wastes his time burgling authors.

Tricky devils, these novelists. The ink gets into their heads.

you can't start painting portraits till people come along and ask you to, and they won't come and ask you to until you've painted a lot first. This makes it kind of difficult for a chappie.

I could make a poet out of far less promising material. I could make a poet out of two sticks and a piece of orange peel.

INTERVIEWER: Did you always know you would be a writer? WODEHOUSE: Yes, always. I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't remember what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

We must dream our way.

On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop...

Child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived within him and who he will miss terribly

Some poems survive it to become poems in another language," he argued, "but others refuse to live in any language but their own, in which case the translator can manage no more than a reproduction, an effigy, of the original.

las personas más razonables les costaría mucho ser poetas, quizás a los poetas les cuesta mucho ser razonables.

La poesía es siempre un acto de paz. El poeta nace de la paz como el pan nace de la harina.

Por qué me pican las pulgas y los sargentos literarios?

Sin mirar hacia ninguna dirección libremente, incontrolablemente se me soltaron mis poemas.

la locura, cierta locura, anda muchas veces del brazo con la poesía. Así como a las personas más razonables les costaría mucho ser poetas, quizás a los poetas les cuesta mucho ser razonables.

Todo lo que usted quiera, sí señor, pero son las palabras las que cantan, las que suben y bajan... Me prosterno ante ellas... Las amo, las adhiero, las persigo, las muerdo, las derrito... Amo tanto las palabras... Las inesperadas... Las que glotonamente se esperan, se acechan, hasta que de pronto caen... Vocablos amados... Brillan como piedras de colores, saltan como platinados peces