Quotes About Creation

Making a film is a beautiful mystery. You go deep into the wood, and you don't want to come out of that wood.

A life spent shaping a world I want Jackson to inherit, not one I fear Jackson shall inherit, this strikes me as a life worth the living.

I'm interested in the structure of art and how it works. And the content is also interesting, but I don't want to keep the same structure and just plug in new content every week.

I'll tell you the secret. When you begin with a character, you want to begin by creating a villain.

I mean, at the end of the day when I'm making a record, what I want to do is what I do

The people I admire most are those who are sensitive and want to create something or discover something, and do not see life in terms of power.

It's a wonderful sort of feeling when people want to spend more time in a world you created.

The music I turn out these days is the kind of music I want to hear myself.

Your Vortex is pregnant with everything you want.

The idea that a film is created in the editing room - it's only a certain kind of movie that's made in the editing room and it's not one that I really want to see.

Belief creates, Arathan. So you have been taught. The god cannot exist until it is worshipped, until it is given shape, personality. It is made in the crucible of faith.

Leave me this freedom … to do something. To do a thing … a thing that does not destroy, but creates. Please, can I not be more than I am? Please. Do not find me.

If there was neither a time before nor a time after, then was not the moment of creation eternal and yet for ever instantaneous?

The two men, Tiste and Azathanai, had begun forging something between them, and whatever it was, it was unafraid of truths.

We destroy to create. But we deny the value of everything we destroy, which serves to make its destruction easier on our consciences. All that we reshape to suit us is diminished, its original beauty for ever lost. We have no value system that does not beggar the world, that does not slaughter the beasts we share it with—as if we are the gods.

What I, Karsa Orlong, shall shape, you cannot imagine. No one can.

Creation demands destruction. Survival demands that something else fails to survive. No existence was truly benign.

Understand: we exist for the sole purpose of being witness to existence. This and this alone is our collective contribution to all that has been created. We serve to bring existence into being. Without eyes to see, nothing exists.

Dreams can be naught but an imagination's fashioning of its own fears

The things said and the things not said. In the space in between, a thousand worlds. A thousand worlds.

Lying with lovers also belonged to night, and that made sense, for it was in the midst of true darkness that the first fire of life was born, flickering awake to drive back the unchanging absence of light. To lie with a lover was to celebrate the creation of fire. From this in the flesh to the world beyond.

None of these visions of creation did more than serve the vanity of those holding them. As if all was made for them; for their eyes to witness, for their wonder to behold. Rint did not believe it. The past had no beginning. Something always existed before, no matter how far back one reached.

By that argument, is not the opposite equally true? That what we reject ceases. That 'truth' is born in what we seek. That we create in order to believe. That we find only what we have created. That wonder does not exist outside ourselves? By our belief, we create the gods. And so, in turn, we can destroy them. With a single thought. A moment's refusal, an instant's denial.

The pot-thrower in the hut behind the shop, hands and forearms slick with clay, dreaming, yes, of the years in which a life took shape, when each press of a fingertip sent a deep track across a once smooth surface, changing the future, reshaping the past, and was this not as much chance as design? For all that intent could score a path, that the ripples sent up and down and outward could be surmised by decades of experience, was the outcome ever truly predictable?