Creativity is merely a plus name for regular activity. Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right, or better.
I see no intrinsic reason why a doubly talented artist might not arise and create a comic-strip novel masterpiece.
If men do not keep on speaking terms with children, they cease to be men, and become merely machines for eating and for earning money.
Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face.
Existence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience.
I know more about what it's like to be elderly and infirm and kind of stupid, the way you get forgetful, but on the other hand I'm a littler, wiser, dare we say? The word 'wisdom' has kind of faded out of our vocabulary, but yeah, I'm a little wiser.
A lot of the Koran does not speak very eloquently to a Westerner. Much of it is either legalistic or opaquely poetic.
It is not an aesthetic misstep to make the viewer aware of the paint and the painter's hand. Such an empathetic awareness lies at the heart of aesthetic appreciation.
When you sit at your desk, if you're lucky, there's a moment when you feel empowered to be someone or something else, to leap into another skin.
I didn't need to write historical epics, no, or science fiction, though I read a lot of science fiction as a kid and rather liked it. But I didn't have the mentality.
The Founding Fathers in their wisdom decided that children were an unnatural strain on parents. So they provided jails called schools, equipped with tortures called an education.
A leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to take upon himself the woe of the people. There are few men so foolish, hence the erratic quality of leadership in the world.
Mars has long exerted a pull on the human imagination. The erratically moving red star in the sky was seen as sinister or violent by the ancients: The Greeks identified it with Ares, the god of war; the Babylonians named it after Nergal, god of the underworld. To the ancient Chinese, it was Ying-huo, the fire planet.
New York is, of course, many cities, and an exile does not return to the one he left.
The Internet doesn't like you to learn too much about explosives.
If the worst comes true, and the paper book joins the papyrus scroll and parchment codex in extinction, we will miss, I predict, a number of things about it.
The theme of old age doesn't seem to fascinate Hollywood.
Golf's ultimate moral instruction directs us to find within ourselves a pivotal center of enjoyment: relax into a rhythm that fits the hills and swales, and play the shot at hand - not the last one, or the next one, but the one at your feet, in the poison ivy, where you put it.
Old age treats freelance writers pretty gently.
I don't know; I think I'd be gloomy without some faith that there is a purpose and there is a kind of witness to my life.