I like performing because it’s direct contact with live people. I write a good deal of the time but that’s introspective creation rather than interaction.
Jupiter: I am not your king, impudent larva? Who then has created you?
Orestes: You. But you should not have created me free.
Like nature, women are the creative power behind all of creation.
And I knew that the Spirit that had gone forth to shape the world and make it live was still alive in it. I just had no doubt. I could see that I lived in the created world, and it was still being created. I would be part of it forever. There was no escape. The Spirit that made it was in it, shaping it and reshaping it, sometimes lying at rest, sometimes standing up and shaking itself, like a muddy horse, and letting the pieces fly.
How blest was the created state
Of man and woman, ere they fell,
Compared to our unhappy fate:
We need not fear another hell.
Even on the cross He did not hide Himself from sight; rather, He made all creation witness to the presence of its Maker.
It was only much later that he was made flesh and blood [in the Gospels] on paper. Thus Christ was created as a literary creation.
You invoke a new future
when you envision your past
in the light of your present.
Anticipate the miraculous splendour of everyday wonder.
There is at the back of every artist’s mind something like a pattern and a type of architecture. The original quality in any man of imagination is imagery. It is a thing like the landscape of his dreams; the sort of world he would like to make or in which he would like to wander, the strange flora and fauna, his own secret planet, the sort of thing he likes to think about. This general atmosphere, and pattern or a structure of growth, governs all his creations, however varied.