Quotes About Creation

We are ze stories we tell ourselves, Benny-boy. We meck ourselves up. We meck each other up, too.

The world is creative, endlessly so, and its generative nature is part of who you are.

Let me tell you something about poetry, young schoolboy. Poetry is a problem of form and emptiness. Ze moment I put one word onto an empty page, I hef created a problem for myself. Ze poem that emerges is form, trying to find a solution to my problem.

I don't know how to explain it, except that this one is like playing origami with time.

Ze truth about stories is that is all we are.' A famous Cherokee writer named Thomas King once said this. We are ze stories we tell ourselves, Benny-boy. We meck ourselves up. We meck each other up, too.

it took me a while to learn how to tune my ears so I could hear the Unmade things over all the noise that the Made things were making.

the fire that sparked us into being, is our unmaking.

were altered and aggrandised by enormous fantasy.

It wasn't just catching mackerel that made those dawns red-letter days for us. It was like watching the world being created anew to watch the sun come up -the orange streak changing to flames -orange, yellow, crimson; to watch the whole bay catch the glory of it – to watch the western sky take fire. People who don't ever watch sunrises miss a lot of wonder.

I never liked to just absorb something somebody else created. I'm too self-conscious, and too critical, I guess, and it always felt like I was wasting time. But after you went away... well, it started to feel like time was wasting me. Every tick of the second hand was like a needle in my skin. Tick, tick, tick...

Kas me kunagi mõtleme sellele, et maailma rikus on mäletamatutest aegadest olnud prjade loodud? Alates Mesopotaamia niisutussüsteemidest, Hiina müürist, Egiptuse püramiididest, Ateena akropolist kuni Kuuba suhkrurooistandusteni, Louisiana ja Arkansase puuvillaistandusteni, kuni Kolõma söekaevadnusteni ja saksa automagistraalideni välja. Aga sõjad? Sõdu on igivanast ajast peetud selleks, et orje saada

W rzeczywistoÅ›ci piÄ™kno jest trudne i do tworzenia, i pó?niej do przyjmowania. Sztuka jest bardzo arystokratyczna. Kultura mo?e by? masowa, sztuka mo?e by? tylko arystokratyczna, bo wymaga du?ego wysiÅ'ku ze strony odbiorcy.

?e nie ma takiego nonsensu, którego umysÅ' ludzki nie byÅ'by zdolny wymyÅ›li?.

Genius never desires what does not exist.

Every reality that we can make begins with a dream

Yes, she loved the Lord and Lady in Their many forms . . . but those forms spanned the universe of space and time that sprang from Them, and They could be as terrible as the fiery death of suns, as inexorable as Time. A mother's kiss on her child's face came from Them, but so also the glaciers that grind continents to dust.

The word bara has no gender," I said. "And the world elohim might be plural. What if the real meaning was, 'In the beginning, she created the gods?

he made his story into an immortal one, so far as any story is. — But, Dr Freud, stories are all we humans have to make us immortal. 18 —

Books choose their authors; the act of creation is not entirely a rational and conscious one.

Nothing comes from nothing, Thieflet; no story comes from nowhere; new stories are born from old--it is the new combinations that make them new.

A little bit of one story joins onto an idea from another, and hey presto, . . . not old tales but new ones. Nothing comes from nothing.

Is birth always a fall?

In the end, rage, no matter how profoundly justified, destroys the enraged. Just as we are created anew by what we love, so we are reduced and unmade by what we hate.

Because if the whole universe could just explode out of Nothing and then just Be, don't you see that the opposite could also be true? That it is possible to implode and Un-Be as well as to explode and Be? That it's possible to implode and Un-Be as well as to explode and Be? That all human beings, Napoleon Bonaparte, for example, or the emperor Akbar, or Angelina Jolie or your father, could simply return to Nothing once they're...done? In a sort of Little, by which I mean personal, Un-Bang?