Creativity is the love child of rationalism and perversity.
Creativity looks at the problem everyone has seen and finds the answer no one expected.
Creativity loves truth but hates truisms.
When asked to jump, creativity does not ask, "how high?" It asks, "wearing what"?
In a street fight, creativity would lose to common sense, but would kick conventional wisdom's ass.
Creativity does not face a problem head on. Instead, when no one is looking, creativity sneaks up and ties the problem's shoelaces together.
At a fancy dinner party, creativity is not the person singing show tunes at the piano. Creativity is the person who got that person drunk.
In the sepulchral darkness before the dawn of inspiration, creativity cowers and weeps like a little girl.
Creativity knows there is a bigger picture, but feels it is poorly drawn and could probably use more white space.
Creativity is the precise opposite of resignation.