Quotes About Imagination

Plus if there were really mermaids, I hoped they didn't look like Ariel.

Drinking Shirley Temple with my Mary Janes on, let's say that every possibility waits

One by one most kids I knew quit drawing and never drew again. It left behind too much evidence.

are memories pictures or the secret doorway?

but paper and ink have conjuring abilities of their own. arrangements of lines and shapes, of letters and words on a series of pages make a world we can dwell and travel in.

Then how can you ever know about the beautiful goodness of Mud? How bad it wants to be things. How bad it wants to get on your legs and arms and take your footprints and handprints and how bad it wants you to make it alive! Mud is always ready to play with you. Seriously you should try it!

Dear Blubbo, How is it going? It is fine here. My sisters are fine. Mom is usual. Everything is regular in life except I am still seeing the burning skull heads. Yesterday Mom took me to Sears for school clothes. I told my sisters I could see the people's head bones. They said DO NOT tell Mom. A guy moved a trailer onto the empty lot by our house. His skull is spectacular, many colors glowing.

Non-photo blue pencils... After about a week of using them the class is smitten. It looks like thinking, this color of blue. Like words before you say them.

once i knew the blinking cat could not really blink, was just paper and ink.

To follow a wandering mind means having to get lost. Can you stand being lost?

Emily Dickinson would repeatedly draw on volcanic eruptions as metaphors for poetic expression.

Many have no happier moments than those that they pass in solitude, abandoned to their own imagination, which sometimes puts sceptres in their hands or miters on their heads, shifts the scene of pleasure with endless variety, bids all the forms of beauty sparkle before them, and gluts them with every change of visionary luxury.

You and I are poets, Mrs. Osgood. Our job is to raise questions, not to answer them.

I find that the thoughts spoken between the lines are the most important parts of a poem or story.

I am a poet. Words are my currency.

I've discovered that half the people would love to go into space, and there's no need to explain it to them. The other half can't understand, and I couldn't explain it to them. If someone doesn't know why, I can't explain it.

With hands that shook, Omri probed into the depths of the chest till he found the box-within-a-box-within-a-box.

Omri and Patrick had spent many hours together playing with their joint collections of plastic toys.

Now he closed his eyes and unwished the test pass and wished instead that this little twisty key would turn Gillon's present into a secret cupboard.

Lynne Reid Banks

Little Bear looked at him steadily and nodded. Omri opened the flap and Indian and horse stepped out into the morning sunlight.

She was one of those invalids who has to lie down a lot, and sometimes can't lift a bread knife, but can shift a mahogany wardrobe if the fancy is upon her to see it in a different place.

She looked so cute with her face all swollen and scrunched up like that. It made him think this must be what little evil elves must look like.

Literature is the best thing humanity has. Poetry is the heart of literature, the highest concentration of everything that is the best in the world and in man. It is the only true food for your soul.