Creative Fixation Quotes

I got into this little habit of architecture and building. I designed a house in Colorado and one in Hawaii. The idea is supposed to be build and sell - but then I can never bring myself to sell them.

Heaven, for me, is one focused project - it's like a weird form of autism.

There's not one day that goes by that I'm not listening to one of my songs or in rehearsal for one of my songs or dancing to one of my songs.

Personally I don't think there's any real intrinsic difference between comic books, movies, theatre, novels. I know there's sure to be some differences of some sorts. I've worked on novels, films, and video games, and in an adaptation, I guess one of the issues is that I have to be in love with the thing I'm adapting before I do it. So that can cause a problem. You can be too scared of it. You could be too reverential. But at the same time you want to try to capture this thing that you're obsessed by. You're fixated for a reason. What's the reason? You try to get ahold of it.

I wanted to be her; I wanted to write her. Red Sonja became anchored in my imagination like a mountain.

The only happy artist is a dead artist, because only then you can't change. After I die, I'll probably come back as a paintbrush.

Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.

Once you discover white paint, you'll never wash your underwear again.

I think of myself as a stylist, and stylists can become notoriously obsessed with the placing of a comma, the weight of a semicolon.

Once you start writing something obsessively, it's almost like someone has to rip it from your hands in order for you to put it down.

I've heard that many fine artists have to turn their 'finished' paintings to face the wall - otherwise, every time they walk past, they are tempted to pick up a brush and make small adjustments here and there.

You know you knit too much when ... Before you buy anything, such as a hammock or curtains, you seriously wonder whether you could knit it.

A volume of stories, bereft of continuity in plot and character, is often unified only by the writer's obsessiveness.

I started resenting how much art robs from life. I'd go to a party and I couldn't enjoy myself, even sexually. All I could think was how I was going to reinvent the experience into a piece of art.

The canvas has an idiotic stare and mesmerises some painters so much that they turn into idiots themselves.

The thing is, my education was music. I knew I'd be playing music no matter what. That's all I thought about, I was obsessed with it. I'm still obsessed with it. It gets the best of me sometimes.

I've heard some writers say that they are obsessed with certain ideas and that they find themselves writing around the same obsession again and again, but telling different stories to get at that same idea. I'm beginning to think that I suffer from this syndrome, too.

I needed to justify my existence, and I had made an absolute of literature. It took me thirty years to get rid of this state of mind.