Quotes About Imagination

George MacDonald, Andrew Jackson Davis, Swedenborg.

The story of the house all lit, the house of four floors, seven chimneys, three hundred and sixty-five stairs, fifty-two doors, traveled far; they were all travelers then. It

She slipped from her tall chair (why don't we remember living in a world where everything was absurdly outsize, tables and chairs and spoons, door knobs too high to reach, too fat to grasp?) and went to look.

What if it were true. It could not be: but what if it were. Strange but true. A sudden partisanship arose within Pierce's heart, a longing so deep and simple that he could not even be puzzled by it: a longing indistinguishable from grief, that the story ought to be true, and could not be.

She marched up to it anyway, reaching it with surprising suddenness, the corridor was shorter than it seemed, or seemed longer than it was, whichever; and the door at its end was even smaller than the one she'd come in by. If this keeps up, she thought, I'll be crawling next…. On the door, in fresh white paint in an antique style, the number 001 was painted. Laughing

What happens when an essayist starts imagining things, making things up, filling in blank spaces, or — worse yet — leaving the blanks blank?

A whole hospital ward seemed to be crossdressing, nurses pretending to be mothers playing like boys with Tinkertoy babies.

Vincent. "How can I

Suspicion is creative in its nature. It can bring out and develop the very evils it conceives.

stories are everywhere, just waiting to be found...

Im James Bond. Im Jason Bourne. Im Super-freaking-Mario come to life.

tales of Castle Perilous are as endless as the worlds it contains. Only a relative few of them have been set down.… … Which brings

The human mind evolved always in the company of the human body, and of the animal body before it was human. The intricate connections of mind and body must exceed our imagination, as from our point of view we are peculiarly prevented from observing them.

Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire.

Our historic imagination is at best slightly developed. We generalise and idealise the past egregiously. We set up little toys to stand as symbols for centuries and the complicated lives of countless individuals.

Except in dealing with commonplaces and catch phrases one has to assimilate, imaginatively, something of another's experience in order to tell him intelligently of one's own experience.

Every great advance in science has issued from a new audacity of imagination.

Art is the most effective mode of communications that exists.

Go, and catch a falling star,Get with child a mandrake root,Tell me, where all past years are,Or who cleft the Devil's foot.Teach me to hear mermaids singing.

I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

Teach me to hear mermaids singing

A novel is a commodity that fulfills a certain need; people need to buy daydreams like they need to buy ice cream or aspirin or gin. They even need to buy a pinch of intellectual catnip now and then to liven up their thoughts...

But you're out of another world old kid … You ought to live on top of the Woolworth Building in an apartment made of cutglass and cherry blossoms.