New Orleans is my essence, my soul, my muse. . .
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
Yes. I guess it's the foolish romantic in me, but you see, I don’t think that sex is my Muse.
Like all writers, my greatest inspiration, my ultimate muse, is a deadline.
We know the human mind is programmed to glaze over when bored. Conversely, the mind is more alert in the presence of novelty. Our muse needs to stay seductive to keep our hands doing the right things.
You learn to write the same way you learn to play golf. . . You do it, and keep doing it until you get it right. A lot of people think something mystical happens to you, that maybe the muse kisses you on the ear. But writing isn’t divinely inspired – it’s hard work.
I honor health as the first Muse.
Sometimes I look back and think, "How did I write that? The book is smarter than I am!" I have never written strategically, but rather, followed the dictates of my muse.
She went from opera, park, assembly, play, To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day. To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon.
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
I'm never gonna step away from stand-up. I can't. That's what got me where I am, and that's also my muse. That's how I stay level-headed. That's what keeps me going.
The more I learn and read about the 10th Muse i realize what a great fan base and cult following she has. I'm going to try to live up to the fantastic image of the 10th Muse!
It's only those exceptional and rare individuals who have brilliant ideas delivered to them by the muse, complete and gift wrapped. The rest of us have to work at it.
Following my muse has worked out pretty well so far. I can't see any reason to change the formula now.
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Or whiten'd wall provoke the skew'r to write; In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint, Like Lee or Budgel I will rhyme and print.
You're best when you're not in charge. The ego locks the muse.
You should treat a muse like a fairy.
When you think about Balenciaga muse and model Charlotte Gainsbourg and Lou Doillon - I mean, you look at their mother Jane Birkin, and what they have grown up to be. . . They aren't invaded in fashion, and yet they love it. I mean, who is going to schlep these big skirts and trains and all these things? How wonderful it is to see the young in miniskirts!
Everybody knows that I don't have a muse. I'm not interested in that.