Quotes About Imagination

By day she studied and touched her mother's things, and by night, she dreamed about them. The dreams gave her as fragmented a vision of Marley as the boxes in the attic did. There were a thousand dramatic episodes, but very little sense of the person linking them together

Where there is nothing, there is the possibility of everything.

Or was he the romantic fiction of a girl who'd been desperate for a handsome stranger to come along?

Når man har et prosjekt, er det mye enklere å late som om man er en annen. Man kunne late som om man var Nancy Drew, for eksempel, eller Maria i Sound of Music, eller den forstandige og rappkjefta husholdersken i The Brady Bunch.

She wished she could swap her days for her nights, her reality for her dreams. Were you allowed to change from one side to the other?

She wished she could swap her days for her nights, her reality for her dreams.

I don't understand how anyone can write if they don't use public transport. I earwig all the time.

No one who reads can ever be bored

Truman Capote said that he learned how to write a story not from reading but from sitting on his aunts' front porch in Alabama and listening to them tell stories. This was my earliest education in the art of storytelling too.

As a teenager, I would sit at the top of the stairs, staring out the tiny window there. I could see the rooftops of three of my aunt's houses. I could see a distant water tank. On a clear day, I could see all the way to the next town. Someday, I would think, I'll even go beyond there.

Maybe knitting is like writing a story-- an act of discovery. But that seems unlikely, given the very precise directions.

My first trip to New York City, when I was seven, was a whirlwind of Macy's, the Empire State building, and club sandwiches at a diner. On a whim, my parents took us there for the day, and my strongest memory is a revolving doors. It seemed to me than that to enter anywhere in Manhattan, you had to step into one and spin.

For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you.

We don't want to be naked if … you know," Carolyn added. "If the monster comes?" Mary Anne asked. The girls blushed.

And what did my mother think the Babysitters Club was, I wondered. A game?

Another of my homonym rules is that I have to think of the homonyms myself. What is the point of looking at someone else's list and copying it? My list is original.

crayons and things. The kids we sit for go wild when we bring them on

Myriah and Gabbie are really great kids. This is the truth. I knew it from the very first time I baby-sat for them. They adore Laura, their baby sister, they love to sing and dance, and they're very imaginative. Most kids just play house. You should see the games they invent.

not sure what to do about her "date." Then she simply pulled a name out of the air. "With Winston Churchill," she replied, taking the chance that Liz wouldn't know who he was. Apparently she didn't. "Yeah, he goes to high school," continued Kristy nonchalantly, getting into her story. "A sophomore. Football player … Me? I'm in seventh…. Yeah, I know.

It's not funny," I said. But suddenly, it was. I imagined the police taking mug shots of Janine and booking her for "incompetent makeup application," and "meal tardiness." I giggled. Stacey giggled. Soon we were completely hysterical.

This is beautiful," said Gabbie, looking at the tea party and trying to sound grown-up. "It is too, too diveen," added Myriah. Mary Anne giggled. She and the girls drank their tiny cups of punch and ate their cookies. Then they drank the bears' and the dolls' punch and ate some of their cookies, too. "Did you like the party?" Mary Anne asked Gabbie when it was over. Gabbie nodded. "I loved it. It was too, too diveen.

David Michael walked up to the desk and rang the bell. "Yes?" asked Karen. "May I help you?" "I'm Bruce Stringbean," said David Michael, giggling. "I'm a big rock and roll star and I need a room for me and my manager and all my friends.

The leaves were sun-baked lizards, stirring towards the sea that churned its chain of silver snakes, which would, if given half the chance, coil round, pull him out of this urban setting, vomit him on dry land.

If I could trace a single line below the surface of my assumptions, would there come a point when clarity supersedes the chaos of what has been? The tragic sense of destiny is inherent in every man; but I defy fate, I alone am responsible for every action, every scene; in my nothingness I will create the idea, I shall see what I have imagined, and from that alone will spring my entire actions.