Quotes About Imagination

Fiction merely allows us a glimpse of the alternative.

But I'm not sure it actually matters what we read. Our lives continue along the straight lines that have been set out for us. Fiction merely allows us a glimpse of the alternative. Maybe that's one of the reasons we enjoy it.

Much later that night, I thought the door opened and a man came into the bedroom. He was leaning on a stick. He didn't say anything but he stood there, looking sadly at Andreas and me, and as a shaft of moonlight came slanting in through the window, I recognized Atticus Pünd. I was asleep, of course, and dreaming, but I remember wondering how he had managed to enter my world before the thought occurred to me that maybe it was I who had entered his.

Why would I believe someone who spends his entire life making stuff up?

Anthony Horowitz

I thought most kids would give their right arm to go into outer space," Shulsky added unhelpfully. "Haven't you ever dreamt about becoming an astronaut?" "No," Alex said. "I always wanted to be a train driver.

Anthony Horowitz

We used our imagination to create a world of wolves and vampires, ghosts and Cossack warriors—and we chased each other right through the middle of them.

And I can absolutely see her beating someone to death because she was annoyed with them. Mind you, she'd probably torture them first by reading them one of her poems.

She really was the genie to my Aladdin, although as far as I could recall, I had never rubbed the magic lamp.

Anthony Horowitz

That's what he said. So if she could see him across the road, that means her eyesight was perfectly good. She made up the whole thing.

ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL! I wish they'd had books like this when I was young…

I'm not sure it actually matters what we read. Our lives continue along the straight lines that have been set out for us. Fiction merely allows us a glimpse of the alternative. Maybe that's one of the reasons we enjoy it.

Names have a way of stamping themselves on our consciousness. Peter Pan, Luke Skywalker, Jack Reacher, Fagin, Shylock, Moriarty. . . can we imagine them as anything else?

I couldn't see myself as some twenty-first century Shirley Valentine, sitting on the rocks, a thousand miles from the nearest Waterstones.

It was almost like discovering that Enid Blyton, in her spare time, had turned to pornography.

There's something about Oxford that has always appealed to authors and it seems to me that it has somehow seeped into their work. Think of Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Iris Murdoch and, more recently, Philip Pullman. It's hard to imagine them living anywhere else.

Anthony Horowitz

But I'm not sure it actually matters what we read. Our lives continue along the straight lines that have been set out for us. Fiction merely allows us a glimpse of the alternative. Maybe that's one of the reasons we enjoy it. But

Anthony Horowitz

Alex glanced at Tom's work, which was huge, painted on six sheets of paper. It showed a terraced house, on fire with blood coming out of the windows, an ax buried in a wall, and an atomic explosion happening in the backyard. There were times when Alex worried about his friend.

Anthony Horowitz

It looked a little like a railway terminus as designed by an overambitious architect … one obviously with ideas above his station.