Sharon Creech Quotes

You don't know what it is to stay a whole day with your head in your hands trying to squeeze your unfortunate brain so as to find a word.

I've been beating my head all day long on the same six lines.

The longer I carry on, the more difficult writing seems to get.

It was like being given a maths problem when your brain's exhausted, and you know there's some far-off solution, but you can't work up the energy even to give it a go. Something in me just gave up.

Sometimes I draw blanks.

I made two movies very young, and then I had trouble getting a movie made, and so - which was both, I think, a plus and a minus. It was a minus because it made me unhappy.

It wasn't that I couldn't write. I wrote every day. I actually worked really hard at writing. At my desk by 7 A.M., would work a full eight and more. Scribbled at the dinner table, in bed, on the toilet, on the No. 6 train, at Shea Stadium. I did everything I could. But none of it worked.

When I play in a tournament, sometimes I'm feeling tired and don't want to play in the tournament. I don't want to lose.

When I finished the juniors I felt, perhaps for about a year and a half, that everything was going to be the same and that I would be able to go out there and win any match. But it wasn't the case. I struggled.

I didn't want to keep forcing myself to grind out book after book.

I kept trying to write these books that were sort of outside of my realm, and I kept failing.

The worst part about not playing is when you think that you are ready to do it. You try to get more minutes, taking the chances, but you end up in a situation where things have not gone well for you for weeks - or for years. That is like swimming wet clothes.

There were some times when I just wanted to quit making music.

I think I didn't win a match for one, one-and-a-half years.

When you don't make the plays that you know you're capable of making, it's frustrating.

There are now some mountains that my brain can no longer climb.

I'm tryin' to think, but nothin' happens!

why did I have to keep learning this same thing over and over?

Nothing so tires a person as having to struggle, not with himself, but with an abstraction.

This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.

Sometimes even the imagination lets one down.

You have to work to carve out your own little corner, and I'm certainly smacking my head against the wall trying to make a dent. I just hope I don't get brain-damaged before I get there

...for the first time in my life, writing was hard. The problem was the teaching...by most Friday afternoons I felt as if I'd spent the week with jumper cables clamped to my brain.

At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.

I ground matter to find the continuous line. And when I realized I could not find it, I stopped, as if an unseen someone had slapped my hands.