Quotes About Creativity

The beauty of nature has been one of the great inspirations in my life.

The most sophisticated people I know--inside they're all children. We never really loose a certain sense we had when we were kids.

I stopped writing the book that I wanted to write, and wrote the one the book wanted to write.

Without an external source for theological truth, there is no limit on where your imagination will take you.

Some people blamed his oddities on his dyslexia, which was so severe that one giddy pediatrician called it a gift: While he might never learn how to spell or read better than the average fourth grader, he'd always see things the rest of us couldn't.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Films are collections of dead pictures which are given artificial insemination.

The writer is just answering a series of unuttered questions.

Dreams are the wind of the mind.

Sector 7 by David Wiesner (Clarion, 1997)

Well, she's walking through the clouds, with a circus mind that's running wild.

Music is a safe kind of high

We need more fruitcakes in this world, and less bakers!

When reality looks too ugly, fantasize.

That to me is the way any good romantic would look at his life: Live it first, then write it down before you go.

My voyage was never a well-conceived plan, nor will it ever be. I have made it up as I went along.

We were playing a story game Bucky had invented called the Last Supper. It consisted of allowing those evil, avenging creatures of God—horseflies—to light on the exposed skin of your arm or leg and take a bite. At that point, you make up an epitaph, which you deliver to the horsefly as he eats his last meal, and then you flatten the little bastard. The speeches are voted on by those in attendance, and the best speech wins a bottle of wine.

When life gives you limes, make margaritas.

For the first time, we recognized a medium that takes our ordinary, everyday objects like bowls, baskets, and quilts and elevates them to art forms that rival painting and sculpture in their impact. (From the forward to Crafts in America: Celebrating Two Centuries of Artists and Objects.

But she did have to do something creative, even if it was just some little thing, because she was not writing, and not writing is hard work, almost as hard as writing.

Ultimately, nobody is predictable, least of all to himself…there wouldn't be any point in writing fiction otherwise.

Without desire how is it possible to make a story?

I'm just telling you to live in [the world]. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it.