Perhaps creativity is fumbling that dance step, or driving the chisel the wrong way into the stone.
Antoine de Saint-ExuperyYou are beautiful, but you are empty,โ he went on. โOne could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.
Antoine de Saint-ExuperyFor I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery