Quotes About Creation

What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.

When he painted a road, the roadmakers were there in his imagination, when he painted the turned earth of a ploughed field, the gesture of the blade turning the earth was included in his own act. Whenever he looked he saw the labour of existence; and this labour, recognised as such, was what constituted reality for him. (On Vincent Van Gogh)

The promise is that again and again from the garbage the scattered feathers the ashes and broken bodies something new and beautiful may be born

Drawing is a form of probing. And the first generic impulse to draw derives from the human need to search, to plot points, to place things and to place oneself.

The urge to destroy is also a creative urge. It is worth comparing this famous text of Bakunin's with one of Picasso's most famous remarks about his own art. 'A painting', he said, 'is a sum of destructions.

[M]ovie-making is the process of turning money into light. All they have at the end of the day is images flickering on a wall.

See Him in the vernal beauty of the flower, In the ripe glory of the autumnal glow; In summer's rich and radiant festal hour, In winter's purest, fairest robes of snow: There art Thou!

If the original of any of your characters would win a libel case against you, you have failed to create a real character.

The joint realization that we live in a remarkable cosmic cocoon and can create languages and rocket ships in an otherwise apparently dumb universe ought to be transformative. Until we find other self-aware intelligences, we are how the universe thinks. We might as well start enjoying one another's company.

Can it be that all of physics—and, indeed, all of science—is based on creating all the matter in the universe from a dozen objects with totally random mass values, while no one has the faintest idea about their origin?

The universe has been around for 13.8 billion years and

Our present biosphere is the outcome of about 4 billion years of evolution, and we can trace cosmic history right back to a Big Bang that happened about 13.7 billion years ago.

You will die, and I, and all we can create—why not a city? But if there is one thing that deserves to be immortal, it is knowledge.

And so I penned It down, until at last it came to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.

But a craftsman is not necessarily an artist. He needs that something extra that only comes from the cold heart of the universe.

Ideas' is right. I hardly do any detailed design anymore, I have people who are better at it than I am. But a craftsman is not necessarily an artist. He needs that something extra that only comes from the cold heart of the universe.

The Creator, if He exists, has a special preference for beetles.

As I child, I came to this idea with a horrified fascination. Once upon a time, I wasn't here. Before that, my parents weren't here. And before that…

Where logic seems apparent: in bullfrogs or Black-Eyed Susans bird migrations patterns on the skin of newt or carp we go too far imagining a god of purposes.

The creation of Vanguard and its truly mutual (fund-shareholder-owned) structure has been the so-far-single counterexample to this pattern. I explain why this structure has worked so well, and why it must ultimately become the dominant structure in the industry.

Composing's one thing, performing's another, listening's a third. What can they have to do with one another?

It is better to make a piece of music than to perform one, better to perform one than to listen to one, better to listen to one than to misuse it as a means of distraction, entertainment, or acquisition of "culture.

When you start working, everybody is in your studio- the past, your friends, enemies, the art world, and above all, your own ideas- all are there. But as you continue painting, they start leaving, one by one, and you are left completely alone. Then, if you are lucky, even you leave.

There is not one little blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make men rejoice.