Quotes About Creativity

Nothing in the world is like this- a bright white page with pale blue lines. The smell of a newly sharpened pencil the soft hush of it moving finally one day into letters.

It's easier to make up stories than it is to write them down. When I speak, the words come pouring out of me. The story wakes up and walks all over the room. Sits in a chair, crosses one leg over the other, says, Let me introduce myself. Then just starts going on and on.

At the day's end, a writer lives alone with her story, wrestling with characters and settings, and the way light filters into and out of a scene. The deeper messages often escape her.Sometimes I take for granted the journey through the telling. At other times I curse the muse's power. But through it all, I live each day in deep gratitude.

I just shrug, not knowing what to say. How can I explain to anyone that stories are like air to me, I breathe them in and let them out over and over again.

Letters becoming words, words gathering meaning, becoming thoughts outside my head becoming sentences written by Jacqueline Amanda Woodson

The first time I write my full name Jacqueline Amanda Woodson without anybody' help on a clean white page in my composition notebook, I know If I wanted to I could write anything Letters becoming words, words gathering meaning, becoming thoughts outside my head becoming sentences written by Jacqueline Amanda Woodson

My whole family knows I can't sing. My voice, my sister says, is just left of the key. Just right of the tune. But I sing anyway, whenever I can.

I love the physical act of writing as well as how I grow with each situation I put on the page.

first book There are seven of them, haikus mostly but rhyming ones, too. Not enough for a real book until I cut each page into a small square staple the squares together, write one poem on each page. Butterflies by Jacqueline Woodson on the front. The butterfly book complete now.

When you have so much real drama in your life, it's hard to think about fiction.

Sometimes I'm just sitting in my room and a song will come on the radio that stops something inside of me, makes me sit up straight on my bed and listen. Sometimes, it's the piano chords, a sweet riff that has all eighty-eight keys talking. Sometimes it's the drums—high hat telling a story—I don't know how to explain the way music moves through my brain and my blood and my bones.

But on paper, things can live forever. On paper, a butterfly never dies.

Convince yourself that you are working in clay, not marble, on paper not eternal bronze: Let that first sentence be as stupid as it wishes.

The feeble clavichord did not carry far; the harpsichord was only a little stronger; but Cristofori in Italy was working at these defects; he built a machine he called clavicembalo piano e forte — a keyboard instrument to play "soft and loud." Contrary to all experience, we now call it simply "a soft.

I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.

Trouver une forme qui exprime le gâchis, telle est maintenant la tâche de l'artiste».

Écrire sans point d'ancrage, sans point de mire, risque absolu, espace ouvert… précipice de la langue, laconisme de funambule»

Quand il est impossible d'écrire un mot, de faire tenir debout une brique sur la mer. De coucher sur la table un copeau d'amour de la langue... Tout commence.

Does art imitate what it represents? In offering the imitation of an object, artists make something different out of that object. Thus they only pretend to imitate.

And then there were the poets, those unbelievable people so different from other men, who told anyone who would listen that a wish is more important than a fortune, and that a dream can weigh more than iron or steel.

Je treba poveda?, že umelec slúži kráse a poézii, slúži teda absolútnu, miluje absolútno, je v zajatí absolútna lásou, ktorá si vyžaduje celú jeho bytos?, telo aj dušu. nemôže súhlasi? so žiadnym rozdelením. kúsok neba skrytý v temnom príbytku jeho ducha...

tu zostáva pre umelca jediným problémom neby? slabý v úlohe prijatej od Boha, ktorá je jeho úlohou: ma? umenie dos? silné a dos? správne, a tak by? vždy pánom všetkého, s ?ím pracuje, a nestráca? ni? z ?istoty tvorby: a vo svojej ?innosti horie? iba pre dobro diela, nedopusti?, aby tiaha ?udského alebo Božského bohatstva, ktorá napl?uje jeho srdce, poklesla alebo sa odchýlila.

?o sa potom stane, ak na druhej strane - a teraz z h?adiska ?udského dobra - mravné svedomie umelca za predpokladu, že ho má, prehlási, že nie?o v diele, ?o je umelecky dobré a nutné, pokým môže súdi?, je mravne zlé a musí sa teda zmeni?? ..potom sa umelec musí snaži?, aby o?istil svoj prame?. nie je to pohodlné a je na to treba ve?kú trpezlivos?. iné reálne riešenie neexistuje.