Quotes About Creativity

My novel has found a beautiful soul. How shall I write it? Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...

The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love—where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?

He pampered himself with the somewhat whimsical pleasure of sneering at himself through his work, and it may well have been from such a pleasure that his sad little dream world sprang.

Fra le tante cose che suscitano nell'uomo una sensazione di impotenza, l'architettura è più di ogni altra arte soggetta a condizionamenti. Luogo, materiale, destinazione, grandezza, costi, le bizzarre richieste del cliente, e inoltre i carpentieri, gli imbianchini, i mobilieri... [...] Una casa come testamento significa una casa come piacerebbe a me.

An effective method of meditation leads us to an experience of profound stillness, an inner silence that defies description. It is an emptiness that is full with peace, creativity and happiness. It is the natural condition of our mind beyond the processes of our thinking.

You may think I'm small, but I have a universe inside my mind.

Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.

Art is my life and my life is art.

Art is a way of survival.

Imagine the clouds dripping Dig a hole in your garden to put them in

I thought art was a verb, rather than a noun.

Fantasy is reason's sweetheart.

Once you lose the discipline of functionality as a design guidepost, the imagination runs amok.

Sometimes good ideas spring from having a sense of where you want to go, of having a vision of the next level of products.

dyslexics often have a great sense of proportion. They make good sculptors.

No one is more ingenious than the poor, wherever you find them. When you are poor every stage has to be thought through. Wealth is the opposite. With wealth you get to be thoughtless." "I

We cannot be all the writers all the time. We can only be who we are. Which leads me to my second point: writers do not write what they want, they write what they can.

Writing exists (for me) at the intersection of three precarious, uncertain elements: language, the world, the self. The first is never wholly mine; the second I can only ever know in a partial sense; the third is a malleable and improvised response to the previous two.

It's such a confidence trick, writing a novel. The main person you have to trick into confidence is yourself. This is hard to do alone.

Other people's words are so important. And then without warning they stop being important, along with all those words of yours that their words prompted you to write. Much of the excitement of a new novel lies in the repudiation of the one written before. Other people's words are the bridge you use to cross from where you were to wherever you're going.

I did come out with two invaluable intimations. Talking to yourself can be useful. And writing means being overheard.

Art is the Western myth, with which we both console ourselves and make ourselves.

Don't romanticise your 'vocation'. You can either write good sentences or you can't. There is no 'writer's lifestyle'. All that matters is what you leave on the page.

Early on, for better or worse, I chose whose child I wanted to be: the child of the novel. Almost everything else was subjugated to this ruling passion, reading stories. As a consequence, I can barely add a column of double digits, I have not the slightest idea of how a plane flies, I can't draw any better than a five-year-old.