Quotes About Creativity

No elaborate stories of monsters and quicksand and lightning and having to cross rivers of hot lava by jumping on the heads of ravenous lava earwigs the size of cows, with pincers made out of giant steel knives?

All forms of art demand a discipline that is not unlike praying. That lays a pipeline between the art & the truth.

One does not have to wonder what was going through the minds of the founders of these towns e.g LEFT HAND,WV-V J SMITH Author, ROAD TRIP TOWNS WITH WACKY NAMES BARNES AND NOBLE NOOK BOOK

The reason is that they define how I have gone about my business. I have trusted to intuition. I did it at the beginning. I do it even now. I have no idea how things might turn out, where in my writing I might go next.

If you write a novel alone you sit and you weave a little narrative. And it's O.K., but it's of no account.

Great writing can be done in biography, history, art.

The writer is all alone.

When I learnt to write I became my own master, I became very strong, and that strength is with me to this very day.

If a writer knows everything that is going to happen, then his book is dead before he begins it.

Writing enlarges the landscape of the mind.

It's all in the art. You get no credit for living.

All good science emerges from an imaginative conception of what might be true.

Homogeneity breeds weakness: theoretical blind spots, stale paradigms, an echo-chamber mentality, and cults of personality.

If we are to change our world view, images have to change. The artist now has a very important job to do. He's not a little peripheral figure entertaining rich people, he's really needed.

Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,Barrel-house kings; with feet unstable,Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,Pounded on the table,Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom.

Old Euclid drew a circle On a sand-beach long ago. He bounded and enclosed it With angles thus and so. His set of solemn greybeards Nodded and argued much Of arc and circumference, Diameter and such. A silent child stood by them From morning until noon Because they drew such charming Round pictures of the moon.

Let not young souls be smothered out Before they do quaint deeds And fully flaunt their pride.

The attempt to devote oneself to literature alone is a most deceptive thing, and often, paradoxically, it is literature that suffers for it.

At one time, the state of culture in Czechoslovakia was described, rather poignantly, as a 'Biafra of the spirit'. . . I simply do not believe that we have all lain down and died. I see far more than graves and tombstones around me. I see evidence of this in . . . expensive books on astronomy printed in a hundred thousand copies (they would hardly find that many readers in the USA) . . .

Shakespeare's plays and poems in their entirety amount to 5 megabytes, the equivalent of just a single high-resolution photograph, or of 30 seconds of high-fidelity sound, or of 8 seconds of streamed high-definition video.

He could sing in more different keys during the course of one song than anybody I've ever heard,

Mi innervosisco facilmente quando penso troppo, ma non voglio smettere di pensare. La mia testa è il solo posto dove non un soldato di Tsahal, non un tizio di Hamas, né mio padre né mia madre possono entrare. La mia testa è casa mia, l'unica casa che ho, troppo piccola per tutto quello che ci devo mettere ed è per questo che mi sono messo a scrivere.

Do you know what the imagination is, Susan?" The child nodded sagely. "That's when you see things that aren't really there." "Well, not exactly," said Kris with a smile. "No -- to me the imagination is a place all by itself. A very wonderful country. You've heard of the British Nation and the French Nation?" Susan nodded again. "Well, this is the Imagination. And once you get there you can do almost anything you want.

Even as a young boy, my passion was to design, and I have been very lucky to be able to do what I have loved all my life. There can be few greater gifts than that.