Quotes About Creativity

Michelangelo Buonarroti

The greatest artist does not have any concept Which a single piece of marble does not itself contain Within its excess, though only A hand that obeys the intellect can discover it.

A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.

The best artist has that thought alone which is contained within the marble shell; only the sculptor's hand can break the spell to free the figures.

Anyone who follows others never passes them by, and anyone who does not know how to do good works on his own cannot make good use of works by others.

The best of artists hath no art to show, Which the rough stone in its superfluous shell doth not include, To break the marble spell, is all the hand that serves the brain can do.

Disegnia e no prder tepo [sic]

I've finished that chapel I was painting. The Pope is quite satisfied.

I had a friend in college who loved to say: 'If you can dream it, you can do it.' It became my mantra. I assumed it was a pearl of wisdom from some great thinker, a philosopher perhaps, like Descartes. It turned out to be Walt Disney, which in no way diminishes the wisdom of the advice. Anyone who can build a Magic Kingdom deserves to be listened to.

talking to yourself again, jas? yes, it beats talking to you. oh, time machine back to first grade much? only to visit your brain.

I just think that once you begin to see things the way the camera says is the average way, the way most people want to see them, it can be hard to remember to go back and find your own focus, your own point of view" -Scott

Choosing to be an artist . . . is choosing to mine deep caverns. It's like getting lost in the darkness and spending the rest of your life trying to find your way.

If you're not honest with your work — if you're being merely decorative — then the world will know. People intuit honest work. They know when they are being tricked by clever metaphors . . . by dishonesty in the artist.

I think its so cool that you can pick up the guitar and create something that didn't exist 5 minutes ago. You can write something that no ones ever heard before. You have music at your fingertips.

When I sing, I have a sense of peace, I feel like my brain turns off, and I become the core person of who I am - the essence of me. I feel connected to whatever is out there. It's almost like I leave my body and get to watch.

I think I'm also more open to other writers being present and listening to other opinions, whereas before I was going through my angsty teen years while making records.

Pienso que es muy importante (al menos lo era para mí) que si vais a enseñar a la gente a hacer observaciones, tenéis que demostrar que de ellas puede surgir algo maravilloso.

But I have nothing for her. Not a single idea. I'm not sure I have another book in me. In fact, I'm pretty sure I don't." "You said that after the last book." Tom took a big bite, chewed until he could talk again. "Maybe you should come back to church. Lots of ideas there.

People should know better than to be an ass in front of writers. We immortalize things. Lots of things. And we take liberties with character descriptions.

People who make snide comments to authors like "anyone can write a book" or "well, you did it, so obviously I can/it can't be that hard" or poke at a book because it's "romance" or "genre fiction" and act like that somehow makes it substandard because they don't read it... well, ok, go ahead. Write a bestseller. Don't forget to go through the correct edit process. We'll wait.

I love my career. It is a career. A difficult one that takes many hours and total dedication to my craft. It is also what I was born to do--tell stories and entertain.

Does talking to yourself in the voice of your fictional character count as being social?

Where the world is full of a thousand colors for those who love books, I suspect it is simply black and gray to everyone else.

For nonreaders, life is simply what they touch and see, not what they feel when they open the pages of a play and are transported to the Forest of Arden or Illyria. Where the world is full of a thousand colors for those who love books, I suspect it is simply black and gray to everyone else. A tree is a tree to them; it is never a magical doorway to another world populated with beings that don't exist here.