Artistic Genius Gifts

'Is that all you can do? Self portraits?'

'It says, 'Like many of the greats, he was a brilliant self-publicist.'

Prisoner escapes into his own painting.

Carving a Sculpture.

Mozart's First Movement - Baby Mozart is sitting on the potty.

CLOTHES-HORSES OF THE ART SCENE

William Shakespeare sitting at a desk

"I may not know much about art, but I do know what's suitable for framing."

The Proust of Twitter

"I hear you've been doing exciting things with eggs and dye."

"For just one monkey in front of one typewriter you've come up with some amazing stuff."

Artist and Musician

'I have a feeling one day when he grows up he'll be an artist of some kind.'

"The robots have become self-aware and self-loathing. Now all they do is write novels."

Work colleague says 'This is great, where do you get your ideas from?' as man gets them from small elves living in the wall

"Your editor called again to see if the well was still dry."

'What have you got for the man who knows everything?'

Lord Byron

"Quick! The ideas are hatching!"

"O.K., she's sitting fown to write in three...two....one...."

'The kids just love doing paint by numbers.'

"But some of my best ideas come while I'm in the litter box."

'Right so lets be clear, when you said my book was a turgid reworking of a sad collection of hackneyed ideas you actually meant that it was a groundbreaking work of originality and genius...'

'Tommy's book reports are like no other.'

Sid Sinatra.

It was then that Cervantes was inspired.

YOU HAVE A VERY LARGE GENIUS GRANT LINE.

"I'm astounded that your dog is channeling Eubie Blake! Has he never heard of Elton John?"

Who's torturing a crow? I'm practicing my play. It's art! Which opens your mind to life's important questions. Right. Like what is art? Or do we need little brothers?

"No, I don't think I have a book in me. I think I have a chicken in me."

"It's such a nice day. Why don't you go outside and plagiarize something?"

"No wonder you can't write, you're not plugged in!"

"This is my own arrangement...of a song I wrote...about me."

The central metaphor of her novel was a fly.

"I feel bad about Nora Ephron's neck."