We read, frequently if not unknowingly, in search of a mind more original than our own.
Let us learn to dream again. To learn to dream again is to have big plans. To learn to dream again is to readjust, to look to God.
If one line about the film excites me, I try to take it forward.
Do I regret leaving Milan? I decided I needed a change. I needed to find new ideas, and that was the best thing for both parties.
I have to take some time to dream some new dreams. I feel like there's a treasure hunt in front of me. A treasure hunt that is speckled with and seeded by a deep-rooted wild freedom.
I see all this talent, all this...this energy and brightness and...potential. Yes. Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life. This life that will take place almost entirely within a five mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night.
To live with angels and chase their dreams.
Over the years I have discovered that ideas come through an intense desire for them; continually desiring, the mind becomes a watchtower on the lookout for incidents that may excite the imagination.
And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?
I'm incredibly restless. I read a lot of poetry. I also find myself reading the first 20 pages of everything, looking for something. And you know what? I'm usually looking for the book I'm writing. And it's not out there!
We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting
I am an artist... It's self-evident that what that word implies is looking for something all the time without ever finding it in full. It is the opposite of saying, 'I know all about it. I've already found it.' As far as I'm concerned, the word means, 'I am looking. I am hunting for it. I am deeply involved.'
Hope. People want hope. We crave hope. We long for hope. Hope has been present since the very beginning. And almost in the worst situations of human history, you often find the greatest amount of hope. The very nature of the situation, the way stepped-on people created within them even more hope than when things were going fine. Hope has always been around.
You can look anywhere and find inspiration.
With no companion but the constant Muse, Who sought me when I needed her ah, when Did I not need her, solitary else?
Whenever people tell me they don't know how to get inspired, I say "What's the matter with you?! I could stay in my apartment and be inspired!"
It's good to be challenged, to keep moving forward, and keep being inspired and scared. I feel like, if you're not afraid of something, you shouldn't do it. If you're just coasting through things, what's the point? You're not learning.
As I grow older part of my emotional survival plan must be to actively seek inspiration instead of passively waiting for it to find me.
If you don't give inspiration an opportunity, it will never arrive.
Being on a musical quest was something I always enjoyed.
Don't loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don't get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it.
You always hope that the cloak of inspiration will fall, and you'll be O.K.
People are hungry for stories of faith. People are hungry for hope.
I did not ask for success; I asked for wonder.
Like the teens I worked with, I understood the need for miracles--they kept reality from paralyzing you
