Fear is the single biggest blocker of creativity.

When you ask "why", "what if" and "why not" you force yourself to explore what's possible and not just what is.

Ask yourself this: If there was zero chance of failure, what would you do? Now, go do that.

Anyone can notice wrong answers. It takes the creative person to notice the wrong questions.

Most think as an OR. This OR that. The most successful among us think as an AND. This AND that.

When we teach kids to follow the rules that there’s only one right answer & to avoid mistakes at all costs, we’re resigning them to average.

Creativity is not a talent; It is a skill. A talent is something you are born with. A skill is something you learn.

We can no longer rely on the rules of the past to win.

You can't be great at everything, but you are world-class at something. Go. Figure out what that is. It's how you win.

The inhibitor of creativity isn't potential it's fear. We worry about saying the wrong thing or looking foolish so we govern our imagination.

A winner makes mistakes. A loser blames others for them.

I think perhaps love thrives on unlikely circumstances and chance : life thrives on these principles, and is life not love? And love not life?

Writers write. Dreamers talk about it.

Sometimes I start with a great title or idea, sometimes a great melody will run through my mind; but the higher percentage of the time, the words and music pretty much come at the same time.

She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.

Four predictions of the Big Bang Theory have now been verified - surely enough to quench even the most biased critics.

I love the idea of bringing my work to the general public, not just people who go to gallery openings.

How many after being celebrated by fame have been given up to oblivion; and how many who have celebrated the fame of others have long been dead.

Everyone learns in a crisis.

The explorer who will not come back or send back his ships to tell his tale is not an explorer, only an adventurer; and his sons are born in exile.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.