Quotes About Creativity

Anyway, for whatever interest is to be derived therefrom. Bacon, Balthus, and Magritte are my three favourite painters, along with Dubuffet, of the whole post-impressionist period, by which I mean that before them Bonnard, Vuillard, & Seurat are my favourite painters of that time.

The Baron told her that only art meant anything.

He wrote it all down Zealously.

As someone once said, originality is not taking from somebody else. It's when nobody can take it from you and repeat it.

he details everything around the beauty and excitement, which is enough to evoke it again for each of us, in the mind's eye, the gut, the secret heart, or wherever one's most vivid, passionate, lyric, and lavender images are stored. - Tobi Tobias, Balletgorey

Oh, you know, fantasy I've always found a word I really don't care for. Fantasy always strikes me as something that doesn't have any reality because it's completely irresponsible. Anything that is fantastic I don't think is really terribly interesting. What's the Coleridge distinction between imagination and - is it fantasy? I don't think that's the word. Anyway, you know, one is meaningful and one isn't.

He is smitten on the brain, -he reads and writes verses! I caught him in the act! Fools might say he was inspired; but I know it is the first and worst symptom of lunacy. All other maniacs have lucid intervals; some are curable; but the madness of poets, dogs, and musicians, is past hope. Earth possesses no remedy, science no cure.

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Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, And they went to sea in a Sieve.

Dicen que los poetas y los intelectuales son los mejores terroristas

imaginarias a lo largo

Personally I think that competition should be encouraged in war and sport and business, but that it makes no sense in the arts. If an artist is good, nobody else can do what he or she does and therefore all comparisons are incoherent.

If an artist is good, nobody else can do what he or she does and therefore all comparisons are incoherent. Only the mediocre, pushing forward a commonplace view of life in a commonplace language, can really be compared, but my wife thinks that least mediocre of the mediocre is a discouraging title for a prize[.]

He had become so caught up in building sentences that he had almost forgotten the barbaric days when thinking was like a splash of color landing on a page.

Once you locked into language, all you could do was shuffle the greasy pack of a few thousand words that millions of people had used before.

There's no such thing as simple mourning for anyone, really, except that as writers our grief becomes woven into the fabric of our work as well as into our source material.

This is why she wanted to make pictures, to have something to leave behind even after she was gone, something that showed what she had observed in a way that no one else had and no one else would after her.

In any type of institution whatsoever, when a self-directed, imaginative, energetic, or creative member is being consistently frustrated and sabotaged rather than encouraged and supported, what will turn out to be true one hundred percent of the time, regardless of whether the disrupters are supervisors, subordinates, or peers, is that the person at the very top of that institution is a peace-monger.

Let's leave the window, and write. No need to wait for a fine blue to break through. We must live, make do.

I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.

All improv turns into anger. All comedy improv basically turns into anger, because that's all people know how to do when they're improvising. If you notice shows that are improvising are generally people yelling at each other.

I can't not put humor in a book.

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

Just as all thought, and primarily that of non-signification, signifies something, so there is no art that has no signification.