Quotes About Creation

A show is like it's own thing... it's a creation from so many people's talent and so much energy.

Singing in a different language is a challenge, but 'Will I See You' was so much fun to create.

You spend so much time writing a character the way I did with Buddy Baker and then Green Arrow that you start to care about them. And you almost think of them as people, you know?

I don't tend to cast roles in my head because I spend so much time with these characters and the drawings that they're complete in themselves, you know what I mean?

I think one of the things that is essential for happiness in life, or at least for non-sadness, is producing something. I guess that's why I spend so much time and agony writing books. But working on carpentry is sort of like all the pleasure with none of the agony.

We spent so much time on 'Every Kingdom,' it was a real heart record.

Here in my garden the second law of thermodynamics is repealed. Here there is more every year, not less. Here it is ever early, never late. Here, in the ungainly form of a Sibley squash, newness comes into the world.

What opened up before me was, for lack of a better word, a space, but not our ordinary concept of space, just the pure awareness of a realm without form and void of content. And into that realm came a celestial entity, which was the emergence of the physical world. It was like the big bang, but without the boom or the blinding light. It was the birth of the physical universe. In

The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the world

This last and great kingdom will be the jewel of the universe! And there shall be mine abode, and it shall be Zion, which shall come forth out of all the creations which I have made [worlds without number]; and for the space of a thousand years the Earth shall rest. (Moses 7:64)

No, my friends, the fact of the matter was stated to me by a hobo I met many years ago in the streets of San Francisco. As we spoke, and I looked into his startlingly blue eyes with a shock of white hair, I asked him (he told me his name was Moses), "Moses, do you believe in God?" He looked at me in a puzzled manner and replied, "Who do you think created me?" That solved it for me. I have met many believing people who don't need proof.

Instead he created an enormous body of prose that, at its best, sings.

for this present child of my brain, what I give it I give unconditionally and irrevocably, just as one does to the children of one's body; such little good as I have already done it is no longer mine to dispose of; it may know plenty of things which I know no longer, and remember things about me that I have forgotten; if the need arose to turn to it for help, it would be like borrowing from a stranger. It is richer than I am, yet I am wiser than it. Few devotees of poetry would not have

Ä°nsan?n doÄŸuÅŸunu görmekten herkes kaçar, ama ölümünü görmeÄŸe hep koÅŸa koÅŸa gideriz. Ä°nsan? öldürmek için gün ?????nda geniÅŸ meydanlar arar?z, ama onu yaratmak için karanl?k köÅŸelere gizleniriz. Ä°nsan? yaparken gizlenip utanmak bir ödev, onu öldürmesini bilmekse birçok erdemleri içine alan bir ÅŸereftir.

Ne garip ... insan? öldürmek için gün ?????nda geniÅŸ meydanlar arar?z ama onu yaratmak için karanl?k köÅŸelere gizleniriz. Åžu insan ne korkunç bir hayvan ki kendi zevklerini ba??n?n belas? say?yor. Bizi yaratan iÅŸi hayvanl?k saymaktan daha büyük hayvanl?k m? olur?

Man is quite insane. He wouldn't know how to create a maggot and he creates Gods by the dozen.

I am not at all sure whether I would not much rather have given birth to one perfectly formed son by commerce with the Muses than by commerce with my wife.

Todo arte nuevo, para ser auténtico, necesita en cierta medida una... comadrona artística.

In writing, the point is not to manifest or exalt the act of writing, nor is it to pin a subject within language; it is, rather, a question of creating a space into which the writing subject constantly disappears.

Writing unfolds like a game that invariably goes beyond its own rules and transgresses its limits. In writing, the point is not to manifest or exalt the act of writing, nor is it to pin a subject within language; it is rather a question of creating a space into which the writing subject constantly disappears.

Si vous saviez, lorsque vous commencez à écrire un livre, ce que vous allez dire à la fin, croyez-vous que vous auriez le courage de l'écrire?

As a result, we must entirely reverse the traditional idea of the author. We are accustomed, as we have seen earlier, to saying that the author is the genial creator of a work in which he deposits, with infinite wealth and generosity, an inexhaustible world of significations. We are used to thinking that the author is so different from all other men, and so transcendent with regard to all languages that, as soon as he speaks, meaning begins to proliferate, to proliferate indefinitely.

I dream about a kind of criticism that would try not to judge but to bring an oeuvre, a book, a sentence, an idea to life; it would light fires, watch the grass grow, listen to the wind, and catch the sea foam in the breeze and scatter it.

Nothing is constructed, made or invented, except in relative peace, in a small, rare pocket of local peace maintained in the middle of the universal devastation produced by perpetual war.