Quotes About Creativity

Still, these days when I daydream about the movie, I don't think about the big picture. It's more fun for me to think of little things that would add to the movie. I like to think the powers that be would let me amuse myself with some small things in order to shut me up while they re-write the screenplay to turn Kvothe into a lesbian, shape-changing unicorn.

Words cannot always do the work we need them to. Music is there for when words fail us.

But it isn't a rough draft either. The one I turned in several months ago was rough. There were some bad plot holes, some logical inconsistencies, pacing problems, and not nearly enough lesbian unicorns.

The world needs people like you,' Simmon said in the tone of voice that let me know he was turning philosophical. 'You get things done. Not always the best way, or the most sensible way, but it gets done nonetheless. You're a rare creature.

The point isn't to win the game. The point is to play a beautiful game. (paraphrased)

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.

In the future, when Joss Whedon and I are best friends and hanging out together in my tree fort, I hope Neil Gaiman comes over too.

Todos mis pupilos deben ser capaces de defender sus ideas. Hagas lo que hagas en la vida, tu ingenio te defenderá más a menudo que una espada. ¡Cultívalo!

There is something deeply satisfying in shaping something with your hands. Proper artificing is like a song made solid. It is an act of creation.

The World needs people like you. . . . You get things done. Not always the best way, or the most sensible way, but it gets done nonetheless. You're a rare creature. . . . Something bothers you, . . . and suddenly you're off. 'I'm not always so terribly sure of myself,' I admitted. Simmon smiled. 'I find that strangely reassuring.

But instead, she simply walked through the walls. She didn't know any better. Nobody had ever told her she couldn't. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free.

She didn't know any better. Nobody had ever told her that she couldn't. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free.

Sit your ass down and write.

Y la forma en que sujetaba el arpa entre sus piernas me hizo pensar en... bueno, en las cosas en que piensan continuamente los muchachos de quince años.

It's amazing how much easier it is to think productively when your belly is full.

A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets.

My fingers darted, then danced, then flew. I played hard as a hailstorm, like a hammer beating brass. I played soft as sun on autumn wheat, gentle as a single stirring leaf.

Think then, how do you entertain the people who have seen your act a thousand times? You dust off the old tricks. You try out some new ones. You hope for the best. And, of course, the grand failures are as entertaining as the great successes.

I sat still as stone with my fingers aching. I wanted to play, not listen. Want isn't strong enough a word. I was hungry for it, starved. I'm not proud of the fact that I thought about stealing his lute and leaving in the dark of the night.

Next came, as near as I could tell, the journal of a madman. While it sounds interesting, it was really only a headache pressed between covers.

because Imre offered what every artist needs most—an appreciative, affluent audience.

We all good word do. We make you do word good too!" - Writing Excuses

One story even mentioned rainbows. Who would write that? Why make a child terrified of rainbows?

When I arrived, Kilvin was in the process of bending a twisted length of iron rod into what I could only assume was a more desirable shape.