Quotes About Creation

The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.

Don't wait for it, I said. Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me.

Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.

But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.

Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.

If happiness is the absence of fever then I will never know happiness. For I am posessed by a fever for knowledge, experience and creation.

I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.

The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence.

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

Write immediately, yes! But as artist! Write with the task in mind—always trying to say the thing in the best way you can. The how! Not the what!

What you call your lies are fiction and myths. The art of creating a disguise can be as beautiful as the creation of a painting… I created a woman for my artist life, bold, gay, courageous, generous, fearless; and another to please my father, a clear-sighted woman with a love of beauty, harmony, and self-discipline, critical and selective; and still another who lives in chaos, embraces the weak and the stumbling and the confused.

This is my essential reason for writing, not for fame, not to be celebrated after death, but to heighten and create life all around me... I also write because when I am writing I reach the high moment of fusion sought by the mystics, the poets, the lovers, a sense of communion with the universe.

For I am the kind of dangerous dreamer who executes all his reveries, wishes, words, promises, plans. The wildest and the lightest. A wish for me is not a game: it's a creation.

You sought to preserve your creative instincts and what would nourish them. But neurosis itself does not nourish the artist, you know; he creates in spite of it, out of anything, any material given to him. The torments and hells of [crazy men], are not for you.

It is[…] true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to receive,to nourish yourself, and not be afraid of fullness. The fullness is like a tidal wave which then carries you,sweeps you into experience and into writing.

Perhaps I have loved the artist because creation is the nearest we come to divinity.

I can see, I can see that it is in this distorted vision of the world's proper proportions that lies the secret of our fears. We make the animals bigger with our fears. We make our creations and our loves smaller, we shrink by our vision, and enlarge and shrink according to the whims of our interchangeable vision, not according to an immutable law of growth. The size of each world we live in is individual and relative, and the objects and people vary in each EYE.

Malraux says art is our rebellion against man's fate. La condition humaine is what I have never accepted. That is why I tried to create my own world.

Rebellions of all kinds attract to their activities weaklings who rebel because they cannot master, destroy because they cannot create.

Se o que Proust diz é verdade, que a felicidade é a ausência do delírio, então eu nunca conhecerei a felicidade. Pois que estou possuída por uma febre de conhecimento, experiência, criação.

I had a sense of preparation for a love to come. Like the extension of canopies, the unrolling of ceremonial carpets, as if I must first create a marvelous world in which to house it, in which to receive adequately this guest of honor.

Cuando miro tu rostro, quisiera dejarme llevar y compartir tu locura, que llevo dentro de mí como un secreto y no puedo seguir disimulando. Siento una aguda y pavorosa alegría. Es la alegría que se siente cuando se ha aceptado la muerte y la desintegración, una alegría más terrible y más profunda que la alegría de vivir, de crear

Worlds self-made and self-nourished are so full of ghosts and monsters.

A creation is not a thing of the moment, instantaneously formed, but very slowly and gradually shaped out of infinitesimally small pieces. We think it is instantaneous because the process is more or less hidden and apparently mysterious. Here at last is the link between art and life which I have been seeking.