Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
Peter S. BeagleRead
Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
Interpretation
True creativity requires personal sacrifice and authenticity.
In this quote, Peter S. Beagle emphasizes that genuine magic or creativity cannot be achieved by simply imitating others or using what belongs to someone else. Instead, one must invest their own unique experiences, emotions, and efforts into their art, knowing that this might require personal sacrifice and a willingness to lose something valuable in the process.
In practice
During a motivational speech on creativity, this quote could inspire artists to embrace their own experiences.
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
You were the one who taught me," he said. "I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you.
...because in a way it happened to someone else. I don't really speak that person's language anymore, and when I think about her, she embarrasses me sometimes, but I don't want to forget her, I don't want to pretend she never existed. So before I start forgetting, I have to get down exactly who she was, and exactly how she felt about everything. She was me a lot longer than I've been me so far.
Whatever can die is beautiful β more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?
I feel a whole country growing inside me, thousands of years, millions of people, stupid, crazy, shrewd people, and all of them me. I never felt like that before, I never felt that there was anything inside me, even myself.
Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale.
There was a whole language that I could never make function for myself in relationship to painting, and that was attitudes like tortured, struggle, pain.
Play well, or play badly, but play truly.
Talent borrows, genius steals!
I think there is a very quiet power in things that are not on screen
The eye can travel over the surface in a way parallel to the way it moves over nature. It should feel caressed and soothed, experience frictions and ruptures, glide and drift. One moment, there will be nothing to look at and the next second the canvas seems to refill, to be crowded with visual events.
I never try to convey a message, I just want to tell a story. Why that story in particular? I have no idea, but I have learned to surrender to the muse. I become obsessed with a theme or with certain stories; they haunt me for years, and finally, I write them.
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