Self-doubt kills talent.
I had this talent for these stupid little teenage songs. I just couldn't get anyone to sing my songs, so I had to sing my own tunes.
Don't be afraid to fail, encourage your talent, and use your heart. And never be unprepared
Entertainers wrongly assume that their fame, money, and influence arise from broad knowledge rather than natural talent, looks, or mastery of a narrow skill.
To busy oneself with what is futile when one can do something useful, to attend to what is simple when one has the mettle to attempt what is difficult, is to strip talent of its dignity.
My talent matters more to me than the money does.
Because modernism has conquered art, kitsch is the savior of talent and devotion.
Confidence is the most important single factor in this game, and no matter how great your natural talent, there is only one way to obtain and sustain it: work.
All who are entrusted with spiritual and temporal talents must lay them out for the Lord and Master's advantage.
People realize that Salieri is not the man we saw in the Amadeus movie. That man had no talent. It was a great movie, but the Salieri character was a big fiction.
I gave my hero a talent I'd love to have. Who wouldn't want to fly?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. When you find something at which you have talent, you do that thing (what ever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes pop out of your head.
If a man does not work passionately - even furiously - at being the best in the world at what he does, he fails his talent, his destiny, and his God.
Virtue is the master of talent, talent is the servant of virtue. Talent without virtue is like a house where there is no master and their servant manages its affairs. How can there be no mischief?
It is certain that at certain times talent entirely overcomes thought or poetry.
Hollywood has a way of sucking the world's talent to it.
You surround yourself with amazing, grade-A talent, and you're going to have to lift your game. You kind of thrive just by being around such people.
But I hate things all fiction. . . there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.
If this book has a lesson, it is that we are awfully lucky to be here-and by 'we' I mean every living thing. To attain any kind of life in this universe of ours appears to be quite an achievement. As humans we are doubly lucky, of course: We enjoy not only the privilege of existence but also the singular ability to appreciate it and even, in a multitude of ways, to make it better. It is a talent we have only barely begun to grasp.
Nell Zink is a writer of extraordinary talent and range. Her work insistently raises the possibility that the world is larger and stranger than the world you think you know.