Any owner of cats will know of what I speak. Cats come at dawn to sit on your bed. They may not nip your nose or inhale your breat...h or make a sound. They simply sit there and stare at you until you open one eyelid and spy them there about to drop dead for need of feeding. So it is with ideas. They come silently in the hour of trying to wake up and remember my name. The notions and fancies sit on the edge of my wits, whisper in my ears and then, if I don't rouse, give more than cats give: a good knock in the head, which gets me out and down to my typewriter before the ideas flee or die or both. In any event, I make the ideas come to me. I do not go to them. I provoke their patience by pretending disregard. This infuriates the latent creature until it is almost raving to be born and once born, nourished.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the natures of the times deceased,... The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born,... With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride-- I come to shed them at their side.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My movie is born first in my head, dies on paper; is resuscitated by the living persons and real objects I use, which are killed o...n film but, placed in a certain order and projected on to a screen, come to life again like flowers in water.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent, Saying, "Behold one outcast and in dread,... Against whose life the bow of power is bent, Who flies, and hath not where to lay his head; I come to thee for shelter and for food, To Yussouf, called through all our tribes 'he Good.' "
"This tent is mine," said Yussouf, "but no more Than it is God's; come in, and be at peace;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I consider criticism merely a preliminary excitement, a statement of things a writer has to clear up in his own head sometime or o...ther, probably antecedent to writing; of no value unless it come to fruit in the created work later.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape,... My dainty duck, my dear-a? Any silk, and thread, And toys for your head, Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a? Come to the pedlar; Money's a meddler, That doth utter all men's ware-a.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »