Quotes About Imagination

Books are not cake—you and I can devour the same book, and there it remains for us and others to devour all over again.

Stories aren't about things. Stories are things. Stories aren't about actions. Stories are, unto themselves, actions.

Reading can show you how capacious and stretchy fiction is, how much it can accommodate, and how far it has expanded beyond the straight and narrow path from point A to point B.

He] looked up and imagined the hand of God flinging stars like shining dust across the heavens. No. He was wrong to think such pagan thoughts, for God had only to utter a word and it was done. Only man had He shaped with His hands, using the dust He created to form His most precious and amazing creation. Only man was molded and loved into being, the breath of life in his lungs given by God.

what-ifs went around and around in her head. What if Mama

Past and future were out of her hands. One was finished and couldn't be undone. The other was beyond imagining.

Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.

Durante cierto tiempo, estos ensueños dotaron de una salida a su imaginación, fueron satisfactoria indicación de la irrealidad de la realidad, promesa de que la roca del mundo está fuertemente asentada en las alas de un hada.

Dicki mõtetes elasid edasi puberteediea kassikuldsed unistused. Aga selles pisut pilla-palla kümne-sendi-poes oli alati miilanud ka piinarikas mõistusetuli.

Goblins burrowed in the earth, elves sang songs in the trees: Those were the obvious wonders of reading, but behind them lay the fundamental marvel that, in stories, words could command things to be.

Goblins burrowed in the earth, elves sang songs in the trees: Those were the obvious wonders of reading, but behind tham lay the fundamental marvel that, in stories, words could command things to be.

Redd laughed. The lovely thing about being here, she said, gesturing at the maze, is that I'm able to immagine your imagination powerless. Ah, if only that were the case on the outside. But enough chitchat. If you're going to die--which you are--I'm sure you'd like to get it over with. --The Looking Glass Wars

Alice of Wonderland was stranded on Earth.

Redd's face contorted with a sudden realization. How could I have been so stupid? The Cat was trying to decide if this was a rhetorical question when she roared, It's a construct! With a dismiissive swing of Redd's arm, Alyss and her army began to shimmer, the billon points of engery that formed them monentarily visible before exploding apart into nothing. Redd scoped the queendom with her imagination's eye. Where are you, Alyss? Where is my dear little niece?

I would find no value in the allegiance of a fool ready to give himself up to any old hag of Black Imagination who presented herself. I will accept your allegiance. For now. But if I ever decide you're useless, you are a dead man. To be killed by you is to be desired more than a life excluded from your service. (Redd and Sacrenoir)

Off with...Wonderland's head!

You can't imagine everything because you don't know everything there is to imagine.

You can't kill what isn't there, even if what isn't there can kill you.

Speeches are for politicians. We are Milliners, Wonderlanders of action.

A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something.

Someone should keep reminding Mr. Average Man that he was born free, divine, strong; uncrushable by fate, society, or hell itself; and that he is a child of God, equal heir to all the bounties of God; and that goodness is riches, kindness is power, and freedom is glory. Above all, every man is born with an inner capacity to take him as far as his imagination can dream or envision-providing he is free to dream and envision.

It was a magic carpet - woven with the coils and ringlets of a wondrous peel of limber plastic, whose filaments carried the genetic code of all the arts of man, and from which the abracadabra of science conjured up the hopes, the fears, the dreams of man - the magic carpet of FILM!

The real world dissolved and I was free to drift in fantasy, living a thousand lives, each one more powerful, more accessible, and more real than my own