Nicholas Ray Quotes

I had a wall around me and a lot of fantasy locked inside.

I have created a shell around me, in the good and the bad moments.

Creativity is what helps me escape a lot of my inner demons.

They can put me in a jungle. Still, I can create.

Imagination is an instrument of survival.

I stay standoffish in a sense, in my own personal space, to be able to cope with whatever it is you've got to cope with.

When I was a little girl, my imagination was what helped me deal with some sort of negative elements in my childhood.

If you can keep something very personal, like a song, like a color, like a story, deep in your heart, then nobody can destroy that. Nobody can destroy your imagination; nobody can destroy your love.

The ability to fantasize is the ability to survive, and the ability to fantasize is the ability to grow

It dawned on me then that as long as I could laugh, I was safe from the world; and I have learned since that laughter keeps me safe from myself, too.

Am I crazy?" she asked. "I feel like I am sometimes." "Maybe," he said, rubbing her forehead. "But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing not a bad thing.

A sense of humor is needed armor.

Optimism is my best defense.

You should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living, because it's the ones with the sorest throats who have done the most singing.

I used to feel so bad before I got to the clubhouse, I didn't know what to do. But when I put that ballsuit on, I don't know where I got the spark to save my life.

I'm so burned out, the only person I can stand is myself. I'm the only one I would put through this. Wheels and wings, The ride is everything. I'm all I've got. I'm all I can take. Another day has destroyed a part of me. So far so good.

Experience, the only logic sure to convince a diseased imagination and restore it to rugged health.

The imagination is the workshop of the soul, where are shaped all the plans for individual achievement.

I feel like developing the muscle of my imagination became a way to survive reality.

Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulness along with it, and then he is in good shape to do something for himself, if anything can be done.

Creativity and the world of the imagination - the beauty of what we see as a child and the kind of play that we experience as a child - can be a way for us to survive tough times.

Love, like truth, is the unassailable defense.

I remember asking myself one night, while I was curled up in the same old corner of my same old couch in tears yet again over the same old repetition of sorrowful thoughts, 'Is there ANYTHING about this scene you can change, Liz?' And all I could think to do was stand up, whle still sobbing, and try to balance on one foot in the middle of the living room. Just to prove that - while I couldn't stop the tears or change my dismal interior dialogue - I was not yet totally out of control: at least I could cry hysterically while balanced on one foot.

In a crazy world, it's only your insanity that will keep you sane