Quotes About Creativity

You are all sleepwalkers, whether climbing creative peaks or slogging through some mundane routine for the thousandth time. You are all sleepwalkers.

I mean, Mom would never admit it in a million years but you had a point about language. When you get right down to it, it's a work-around. Like trying to describe dreams with smoke signals. It's noble, it's maybe the most noble thing a body can do but you can't turn a sunset into a string of grunts without losing something. It's limiting. Maybe whatever's out here doesn't even use it.

You'll just have to imagine

If you've got the senses and reflexes to hide between someone's saccades, why stop there? Why not do something that really works?

IF I CAN BUT MAKE THE WORDS AWAKE THE FEELING. —Ian Anderson, Stand Up

Every concert pianist knows that the surest way to ruin a performance is to be aware of what the fingers are doing. Every dancer and acrobat knows enough to let the mind go, let the body run itself. Every driver of a manual vehicle arrives at destinations with no recollection of the stops and turns and roads traveled in getting there. You are all sleepwalkers, whether climbing creative peaks or slogging through some mundane routine for the thousandth time. You are all sleepwalkers.

but you had a point about language. When you get right down to it, it's a work-around. Like trying to describe dreams with smoke signals. It's noble, it's maybe the most noble thing a body can do but you can't turn a sunset into a string of grunts without losing something.

the Renaissance can be seen as the rediscovery of the individual, as superseding the medieval religious view of man as a corrupt, sinful and helpless creature.

Puff, the Magic Dragon, lived by the sea, and frolicked in the Autumn Mist in a land called Honah Lee, little Jacky Paper loved that rascal Puff, and gave him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.

Zengin bir hayal içinde meçhul, daima malumun en korkunç rakibidir.

?air de?ilim ki... sana ne söyleyeyim? Bülbül, çiçek, deniz, ay... bunlar? da m? istemezsin? S. 238

Roman kad?n? olmak istiyor, mesele ç?karmaya u?ra??yor, kimseye kar?? mes'ul de?il, serbest, hâli vakti yerinde, bizimle oynuyor." dedi. ... Tek ba??na oturmu?, muhayyyilesini istedi?i gibi kurup i?letiyor ve kendisine harikulade bir hayat aldan??? uydurmak gayretinde.

I have an all-Japanese design team, and none of them speak English. So it's often funny and surprising how my ideas end up lost in translation.

The big thing that everyone forgets, you're famous and on TV and everything, but I think there's something very rewarding to be able to write a song, record it, and have it turn out as you heard it in your head, or even better.

not being able to read music is absolutely liberating for me. It gives me a wider musical vocabulary. There

In the Air Tonight" is 99.9 percent sung spontaneously, the words dreamt up from out of nowhere

I've always believed writing ads is the second most profitable form of writing. The first is ransom notes…

Writing advertisements is the second most profitable form of writing. The first, of course, is ransom notes.

A secret lab is considered by many to be the physical manifestation of a spark's mind. Thus they tend to be rather individualistic. Some are spotlessly clean; some are filled with dangerous trash. Some are ruthlessly efficient; some are filled with suicidal deathtraps. Needless to say, sparks are usually vocally dismissive of the labs of others, while surreptitiously making notes about things they'd wished they'd thought of themselves.

Marshmallow guns (or other similarly useless weapons) are actually fairly common accessories in your typical spark laboratory. No one knows why. They just sort of accumulate.

Agatha blinked and then reexamined the stick. "That's true. All right then, I'll improve it. I'll bet there are all kinds of things I can do to make it stronger." Dimo raised an eyebrow. "As ve iz fightink our vay through a var zone?" "It will be an excellent way to get parts." Dimo grinned. "Vhen hyu poots it dot vay, hit almost makes sense!

Excuse me? Those are my fun-sized mobile agony and death dispensers. They're works of art! You can break your own stuff, thank you very much.

People keep giving me rings. But I think a small death ray might be more practical.

In those days, it didn't take much imagination to come up with something that required great lyric development skills. You just thought of an experience that you might have gone through, and write it down.