Muses are fickle, and many a writer, peering into the voice, has escaped paralysis by ascribing the creative responsibility to a talisman: a lucky charm, a brand of paper, but most often a writing instrument....

Sitting to think of what to write will only set your ass on fire, give you headache, twist your face to look stupid, instead, walk around with a blank mind and something from somewhere will...

I love you, Lucien, but I am a muse, you are an artist, I am not here to make you comfortable.

For this will cure him that is sick, and rouse him that is in dumps; one that has loved, it will remember of it; one that has not, it will instruct. For there was never...

Mistress Creation keeps calling my name… i long for her, and she, for me… we will be reunited soon. In the interim, i bide my time dreaming of her, writing about her and stretching her...

The world of technology has made it easier for people to get in touch with their modern muses regardless of the genres that they are trying to utilize and even if they create a new...

I kept reaching for my muses,my wandering muses, floatingon clouds filled with their passions.”(Muses of Wandering Passions, p. 64)

Professional writers don’t have muses; they have mortgages.

I have my permanent muses and my muses of the moment.

I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want you to hear it….By telling you anything at all I’m at least believing in...

I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.

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...

I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love, and flowers entered with her”.

Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never to be forgotten, if once fallen on earth, they stand in glittery defloration.

Writing is the light of imagination playing over shadow of thoughts.

A true leader leads for the sake of love and his knowledge of the path, a bad leader redirects his followers to the path of destruction.

I will not stop singingthe Muses who set me dancing.

The boys were amazed that I could make such a poem as that out of my own head, and so was I, of course, it being as much a surprise to me as it could...