Quotes About Imagination

Young man,' she said to Bill Forrester, 'you are a person of taste and imagination. Also, you have the will power of ten men; otherwise you would not dare veer away from the common flavors listed on the menu and order, straight out, without quibble or reservation, such an unheard-of things as lime-vanilla ice.' He bowed his head solemnly to her. 'Come sit with me, both of you,' she said. 'We'll talk of strange ice creams and such things as we seem to have a bent for.

You really expect answers to your calling when you are young. You feel that whatever you may think can be real. And some times maybe that is not so wrong.

The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book.

But I wanted to show what we all have in us, that it has always been there, and so few of us bother to notice. When people ask me where I get my ideas, I laugh. How strange - we are so busy looking out, to find ways and means, we forget to look in.

The bombers crossed the sky and crossed the sky over the house, gasping, murmuring, whistling like an immense, invisible fan, circling in emptiness.

But," whispered Tom, "oh, look. What's up in that tree!" For the Tree was hung with a variety of pumpkins of every shape and size and a number of tints and hues of smoky yellow or bright orange. "A pumpkin tree," someone said. "No," said Tom. The wind blew among the high branches and tossed their bright burdens, softly. "A Halloween Tree," said Tom. And he was right.

Sapete che i libri hanno un po'l'odore della noce moscata o di certe spezie d'origine esotica? Amavo annusarli, da ragazzo. Signore, quanti bei libri c'erano al mondo un tempo, prima che noi vi rinunciassimo!

Thomas Wolfe ate the world and vomited lava. Dickens dined at a different table every hour of his life. Molière, tasting society, turned to pick up his scalpel, as did Pope and Shaw.

Riempiti gli occhi di meraviglie, vivi come se dovessi cadere morto fra dieci secondi! Guarda il mondo: è più fantastico di qualunque sogno studiato e prodotto dalle più grandi fabbriche.

Stage 13 was, then, a toy shop, a magic chest, a sorcerer's trunk, a trick manufactory, and an aerial hangar of dreams at the center of which Roy stood each day, waving his long piano fingers at mythic beasts to stir them, whispering, in the ten-billion-year slumbers.

I wish I had known him, but he was just another shadow outside my screen door and I already had a sufficiency of shadows in.

When Douglas walked, his mind ran, when he ran, his mind walked.

No man is as big as his own idea.

Un libro es un arma cargada en la casa de al lado ... ¿Quién sabe cuál puede ser el objetivo del hombre que ha leído mucho?

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us

It is a wise writer who knows his own subconscious.

Chi crea non può fare a meno di distruggere.

The ability to fantasize is the ability to survive, and the ability to fantasize is the ability to grow.

The great thing about growing up with science fiction is that you have an interest in everything.

Sabe que los libros huelen a nuez moscada o a especias de países lejanos?

I try to keep up with what's being done in every field, and most children's books are ten times more enjoyable than the average American novel right now.

It's not books you need, it is some of the things that once were in books. (...) Books were only the type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid to forget. (...) The magic is only in what books say.

Dad read the stereo-newspapers inserted into the special hat you put on your head and which turned the microscopic page in front of the magnifying lens if you blinked three times in succession.

La maggior parte di noi non può correre dappertutto, parlare con chiunque, conoscere tutte le città del mondo, perché non ha il tempo, i soldi e neppure tanti amici. Le cose che cerca, Montag, sono nel mondo, ma il solo modo che l'uomo medio può conoscerle è leggendo un libro».