Quotes About Creativity

There was part of me listening that didn't think what I said was fiction. I was making up a true story.

Tell him I said that he will know when he's my age that books aren't written on whims or old promises. Books are written on years turned inside out by ideas that never let go until you get them in print, and even then writing's a last resort, a desperate ransom you pay to get your life back.

Os livros são escritos devido a anos virados do avesso por ideias que não nos libertam até serem escritas e, até mesmo então, a escrita é o último recurso, um resgate desesperado que pagamos para que a vida nos seja devolvida.

It took time to learn that the hard thing about writing is to let the story write itself, while one sits at the typewriter and does as little thinking as possible. It happened over and over again, and the beginner learned — when you start puzzling over an idea, and slowing down on the keys, the writing gets worse and worse.

There was part of me listening that didn't think what I said was fiction. I was making up a true story.

In order to live free and happily, you must sacrifice boredom. It is not always an easy sacrifice.

Is there a rule that a messiah can't write what he thinks is true, the things that have been fun for him, that work for him? And then maybe if people don't like what he says, instead of shooting him they can burn his words, hit the ashes with a stick? And if they do like it, they can read the words another time, or write them on a regrigerator door, or play with whatever ideas make sense to them? Is there something wrong with writing?

Cuando me siento inspirado y feliz, los versos son infinitos, porque entonces la rima no es importante.

Ömür; 'içinizdeki as?l sizi', hayal edebileceÄŸiniz en maceraperest ve yarat?c? biçimde ifade etmeniz için size verilmiÅŸ bir ÅŸanst?r.

Yarat?c?l?kla dolu, bir ?eyleri sevdi?iniz hayat ayn? zamanda sa?l?kl?d?r. Sizi mutlu eden ?eyleri yapmak iyile?tirici ve koruyucudur.

You were starting to sound a little like a Stephen King novel

When you reach a place where you feel blocked, lower your standards and keep on going. There is no possible way to do permanent damage to a piece of writing. You cannot ruin it. You can only make it a little better a little at a time.

I had the thought that this is what true civilization really is; not the cities or the monuments or the statecraft or even the politics: but this. This slip of a lady, with barely the physical power to get around on her own unaided, holding a thousand others in thrall, threaded together on the silence by the force and power of her art, her being, her imagining.

By the way, Doc Edwards said. How's that book coming along? Oh, it's coming along. Fine. What's it about? Just what I'm writing down: one word after another. Good.

We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that only children could tell what it was. Perhaps it wasn't a game at all, only the grave of a game.

I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.

I always wanted to write a book that ended with the word Mayonnaise.

Once, while cleaning the trout before I went home in the almost night, I had a vision of going over to the poor graveyard and gathering up grass and fruit jars and tin cans and markers and wilted flowers and bugs and weeds and clods and going home and putting a hook in the vise and tying a fly with all that stuff and then going outside and casting it up into the sky, watching it float over clouds and then into the evening star. (from Trout Fishing on the Bevel, page 21)

One day he decided that his liking for poetry could not be fully expressed in just reading poetry or listening to poets reading on phonograph records. He decided to take the plumbing out of his house and completely replace it with poetry, and so he did.

The fish was a twelve-inch rainbow trout with a huge hump on its back. A hunchback trout.

He created his own Kool-Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.

Describe your ideal job. Go into detail about how you would feel, what experiences you would have, and how you would be treated.

When you allow yourself to be bored, it takes an enormous amount of pressure off you to be performing and doing something every second of every day. Now, when either of my two children says to me, "Daddy, I'm bored," I respond by saying, "Great, be bored for a while. It's good for you." Once I say this, they always give up on the idea of me solving their problem.

The painter and the dancer had similar sensibilities: they were responsive, instinctual, imaginative, sympathetic, astute and unstudied.