Shelley’s servant”. Wasn’t that a wonderful gesture of humility by someonewho was such a great poet himself? And later, Bharatiyar had his own dasan, the poet Subburathinam, who tookthe pen name Bharathidasan. Subburathinam’s poetry inspired...

I am a creature of the Fey Prepare to give your soul away My spell is passion and it is art My song can bind a human heart And if you chance to know my...

…If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum…

That wasn’t a compliment.”~ Muse & Akil

Lovely thoughts came flying to meet me like birds. They weren’t my thoughts. I couldn’t think anything half so exquisite. They came from somewhere.

The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first...

Get off that damn chair and pull yourself together. You’re supposed to be an ageless creature of chaos and all I’m getting right now is sulking city boy.

There’s nothing worse than being violently jerked away from creativity.

The life of a writer is directed by a mad impulsive muse, that can tell them to cancel all their storyline: a creative divergent devil.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

Nature’s my muse and it’s been my passion.

…today there are bars of light on the rug, but Muse Cat prefers his tomato box where he can dream in private…

Beat me, hurt me, fight me and I’ll bounce back, but be nice to me? I folded quicker than a banker in a high-stakes poker game.

Deal resistance a death blow and make sweet love to your art all night long. Put on your fishnet thigh highs and your patent leather stilettos and your special occasion lingerie. Seduce the hell out...

Don’t keep your Muse locked up in the closet. Set them free to dance across the page and what they create will be a masterpiece.

The lust for chaos wrenched reason from my mind. She wanted the power I’d called before. She wanted to burn it all; to slice open the veil and summon the fires of hell to dance...

For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the wife of the artist, but I was really trying to avoid the final...

Great ideas emerges from useless fragments of thoughts.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

I see it, Jack. Your muse is back. The thing that gave you passion, tormented you, and haunted you is back. You’re reeling in ecstasy and dread. It’s something you want, but can’t ever have....

…I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I’d have no art…

Sometimes, when you sleep with the enemy, waking up is the hardest part.” ~ Muse

Never fails. Every new book I write seems impossible, writes like I’m typing from dictation, edits like I didn’t write it, and finishes like I couldn’t possibly have written it.

To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.

Fighting demons is what I do; real, and those in my head.

Words are beads on the strings of sentences. So make a beautiful necklace!

I’ve long considered becoming a writer to be the death of nightmares. For me at least, since I started writing I hadn’t had any. Something really terrible or awful happens in a dream and you...

There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.

Sometimes he does talk back, but sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’s not there; and from time to time I believe this was all nothing but imaginary.

Life is the muse which perfectly rhymes,Plays with the words and fills empty lines.For some, life is battle for others, it’s danceFor rich it is a party for the poor it is chance.For lovers, it’s...

I have not lived for millennia to be bested by a half-blood whore and her puppet prince.” ~ Valenti

The real comic muse is the one underwhose laughing mask tears roll down.

Stop waiting for creative inspiration. Start creating and inspire yourself along the way.

Being human was a lot more difficult than it looked. Demon was easy. Demon was simple. Human was…terrifying.” Muse

In her inestimable audacity, Julia was the catalyst in my life for something beautiful. I hadn’t anticipated her—hadn’t even wanted her, truthfully—but there she was. A little something extra that made all the difference in...

My theory is you shouldn’t apologize for believing in an idea-channeling muse. You should just be sure to feed her.

NO MUSE IS GOOD MUSETo be an Artist you need talent, as well as a wifewho washes the socks and the children,and returns phone calls and library books and types.In other words, the reason there...

Inspiration is the windfall from hard work and focus. Muses are too unreliable to keep on the payroll.

All of us need to be in touch with a mysterious, tantalizing source of inspiration that teases our sense of wonder and goads us on to life’s next adventure.

Speaking Akil’s name around Stefan felt like throwing gasoline on a bushfire.” ~ Muse

Flora was in that state where the spirit may be willing but the flesh is weak and wishes to go on holiday – and where the flesh in most cases wins hands down with a...

The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.

Forcing the muse to let thoughts flow; equals to pushing a child, into labor.

There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric….But he, who, not being inspired and having no...

Outline of your frameMy paper witness your silhouetteSipping in coffeeMy muse, my Juliet.Afternoon spent,In hungry desiresEnding with a kissOn your coffee lips.

Throughout her life, she behaved as if she had never heard anyone suggest that a woman couldn’t do entirely as she pleased.

This is the other secret that real artists know and wannabe writers don’t. When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us. The Muse takes note of our dedication. She...

If you hurt Muse, I will hunt you down, use every rusted weapon I own, cut off your precious parts and feed them to the hellhounds.” Ryder

Saturated Arrogance…imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me…

There is a muse, but he’s not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer station. He lives in the ground. He’s a basement...