Quotes About Creativity

Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect. His

The future of fiction? he said. Maybe, she said. Will it have room for, you know, love & stuff? he said. Always, she said. OK then, he said.

But the thing about good ideas is that they grow other ideas. Almost before I could help it, Siobhan's ideas were suggesting new ones to me, and I began to feel that itch that every writer longs for: the itch to start getting words down, the itch to tell a story.

Stories are wild creatures, the monster said. When you let them loose, who knows what havoc they might wreak?

Las historias son lo mas salvaje de todo

still amazed at how anyone could pack so much of themselves into lines

still amazed at how anyone could pack so much of themselves into lines on a page.

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BRIT MANDELO The Finite Canvas

Patrick Nielsen Hayden

Wit is the unexpected copulation of ideas.

You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way.

Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So I began sleeping less to give her the time she needed.

A poet is a musician who can't sing.

Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold.

If I could sum it up in 50 words, I wouldn't have needed to write a whole novel about it.

I am no poet. I do not love words for the sake of words. I love words for what they can accomplish. Similarly, I am no arithmetician. Numbers that speak only of numbers are of little interest to me.

The second was some rather bad poetry, but it was short, and I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.

It was more exciting when I didn't know I had permission.

Hours later the blank sheet still stared at me, and I beat my fist against the desk in fury and fustration, striking it so hard my hand bled. That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.