Quotes About Imagination

The young reinvent the universe," he said. "And they give the new universe to us as their gift.

People played with fact and fancy. Waitresses wrote novels at night that would make them famous. Laborers fell in love with naked movie queens in rented cassette films. The rich wore paper jewelry, and the poor bought tiny diamonds. And princesses sallied forth onto the Champs Elysées in carefully faded rags.

I dream of miracles but I cannot imagine them. I pray for mercy, yet I cannot envision how it would come about.

If you don't see something that you like to read, but cannot find it. Write it and make it exist.

Maybe I was not the exotic outcast that I imagined, but merely the dim magnification of every human soul.

You make life when you play," I said. "You create something from nothing. You make something good happen.

So that's how we go on acting dramas in our theater of the mind even when we don't believe anymore in the audience or the director or the play.

Lord God, to be born with no talent is bad enough, but to have a macabre and febrile imagination as well is a curse.

For most people, words are just symbols for sounds, made on paper. For you, they can create all new worlds in your mind.

I can walk through a myth and out of it!

I guess we don't know what's real or unreal,' she had said without meaning to. 'You stare at anything long enough and suddenly it looks monstrous.

A flame burned in him, a faith that a comprehending Power existed, animating all this that it had created, and sustaining it with a love beyond anything that he, Reuben, could imagine.

I dream the dreams of the young,' he said. 'And they are always dreams of being older, and richer, and wiser, and stronger, don't you think?

I picture heaven as a vast library, with unlimited volumes to read. And paintings and statues to examine

In the story of the prince and the frog, there's always a frog. This story ... it has no frog.

Write the book you want to read

True evil in this world is done by those with no imagination.

Let me try to tell my stories,' Marius said. 'Let my stories do what stories always do. Let them keep you from your darker dreams and from your darker journey. Let them keep you here.

My mind said, Sleep. But more profoundly, my mind said, Dream.

She would have been gorgeous if someone had thrown her into a waterfall and held her there for half an hour and I told her so silently.

It was the spacious garden I loved to paint above all, with no painted frame to set it apart from our world with its dancing figures and bending laurels. It was the familiar garden. For I imagined I could escape into it with my mind.

Si soy un ángel, píntame con alas negras.

Where could she have gotten these notions, except from the bits and pieces of electric dreams that she watched on a great screen I'd provided for her?

Oh, how is it such a fantasy could get its hook so deep?