Quotes About Imagination

When it was raining we would sit at this table and draw in our scrapbooks with crayons or colored pencils, anything we liked. In school you had to do what the rest were doing.

If writing novels - and reading them - have any redeeming social value, it's probably that they force you to imagine what it's like to be somebody else. Which increasingly is something we all need to know.

Poems are made of words. They aren't boxes. They aren't houses. Nobody is in them, really.

It was a problem in comic books: drawing an invisible man.

But now here they are, right in front of me. It's like seeing unicorns. I want to hear them purr.

Yes, the thought-experiment penises can get out of control

Let's pretend this, let's pretend that. They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.

What he couldn't have in life he might still catch sight of through his art: just a glimpse, from the corner of his eye

Well of course people cross genres all the time. You could have something called science-fiction-fantasy. Some galaxy far, far away and in another time with spaceships, but also dragons. And there's no rule that says you can't do that.

Anyway, you don't know what's going to happen. I'm only just thickening the plot. --I'd say it was pretty thick already. Thick plots are my specialty. If you want a thinner kind, look elsewhere.

I didn't want realism anyway: I wanted things to be highly coloured, simple in outline, without ambiguity, which is what most children want when it comes to the stories of their parents. They want a postcard.

Science fiction, to me, has not only things that wouldn't happen, but other planets.

What was the guilty thing?" says Anne-Marie. "What's Prospero done that's so terrible?" "Indeed, what?" Felix asks rhetorically. More of the cast have gathered around. "He doesn't tell us. It's one more puzzle in the play. But The Tempest is a play about a man producing a play—one that's come out of his own head, his 'fancies'—so maybe the fault for which he needs to be pardoned is the play itself.

If it's only a story, it becomes less frightening. The

It's astonishing how folks can get so worked up over something that doesn't exist.

I collected enough fragments of the past to make a reconstruction of it, which must have borne as much relation to the real thing as a mosaic portrait would to the original.

The stories the children whispered to one another - while they sat weaving their endless carpets, while they could still see - was about this possible future life. It was a saying among them that only the blind are free.

Maybe acting as if she believes in such a future will help to create it

I don't want to be left by myself in this room. The walls are too empty, there are no pictures on them nor curtains on the little high-up window, nothing to look at and so you look at the wall, and after you do that for a time, there are pictures on it after all, and red flowers growing.

That is how we writers all started: by reading. We heard the voice of a book speaking to us.

He would like to get out of his own body for a while; he'd like to be somebody else.

There's this creepy connection between leather sex, Star Trek, and the Renaissance Fair.

To wonder is to begin to know

When nothing is sure, everything is possible.