I suppose it is because nearly all children go to school nowadays, and have things arranged for them, that they seem so forlornly unable to produce their own ideas in holiday time.
I lived in solitude in the country and noticed how the monotony of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.
I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else.
Genius is essentially creative; it bears the character of the individual who possesses it.[Le génie est essentiellement créateur; il porte le caractère de l’individu qui le possède.]
Everybody has a creative potential and from the moment you can express this creative potential, you can start changing the world.
Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.
Do you ever make silly mistakes? It is one of my very few creative activities.
Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.
Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
Anybody who can believe six impossible things before breakfast wins hands down at this game.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
