Lewis Carroll Quotes

You don't actually have ideas; ideas have you.

The truth is, it is hard to know where ideas come from.

It's sort of a mystery where ideas come from.

High energy creates more energy, more energy, more energy. It kicks off synapses, I guess. It opens up your brain and you think of one thing after another thing, after another. You can really open yourself up comedically, which is fun.

Inspiration arrives as a packet of material to be delivered.

Inspiration is an awakening, a quickening of all man's faculties, and it is manifested in all high artistic achievements.

The hardest thing is the idea. Ideas come from somewhere but as far as we know they come from nowhere.

You never know how - or when - the idea for a book will appear.

I get ideas from everywhere: movies, books, movies, nature - it comes into my brain, it sits there for a while, and it starts coming back out.

I would find myself laughing and wondering where these ideas came from. You can call it imagination, I suppose. But I was grateful for wherever they came from.

Although even when I am being idle I have plenty of food for thought both early and late - thoughts both about and not about art.

In general, I don't know when inspiration will pop up.

I've started running three or four times a week, which prompts millions of sketch ideas.

Usually, a number of events will be going on around me to start me on a book. What I mean is, I will have read a poem or seen a picture that is lingering in my mind.

I don't know where the ideas come from, and it's terrifying. They seem to be absolute flukes. When I was in my 20s, I'd walk around with a notebook all the time and make sure I wrote down anything that occurred to me. Now I'm just hoping that some sort of event will descend on me.

I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.

I do sculpting sometimes when I have the time, and the first thing I sculpted was a bust of [Albert] Einstein. It still sits on my table and still inspires me. He was a person who triggered my imagination and my ideas.

What judgment I had increases rather than diminishes; and thoughts, such as they are, come crowding in so fast upon me, that my only difficulty is to choose or reject; to run them into verse or to give them the other harmony of prose.

Plots come to me at such odd moments, when I am walking along the street, or examining a hat shop… suddenly a splendid idea comes into my head.

Sometimes a story idea will come to me, and suddenly I've figured out the whole thing, and I feel like I'm collaborating with something other than myself.

I pick up inspiration from everywhere and it all manages to keep stored in my brain somewhere.

A lot of things trigger my inspiration. It can be the most banal things.

I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells.

The most valiant thing you can do as an artist is inspire someone else to be creative.

It's like these ideas, these characters, kind of bubble up inside me, and one day they're not there, and the next day they are there. They're alive, and they're whispering in my head and all that stuff, and I want to write about those things.