Quotes About Imagination

one ponders. And when one ponders, one creates theories—hypotheses, to explain the world.

You should approach each book—you should approach life—with the real possibility that you might get a metaphorical boner at any point.

In all those stories, I could fly.

Everything, everything, everything can be installation art

I know there has never been a human being or a television show, no matter how great, that could measure up to a great book.

How weird is that? It's almost romantic. And then I realized that my sister was trying to LIVE a romance novel. Man, that takes courage and imagination. Well, it also took some degree of mental illness, too, but I was suddenly happy for her. And a little scared.

books can be both mirrors and windows—mirrors in which readers can see themselves on the pages of literature and thereby know their existence in the world is valid and true, and windows into worlds they might never have imagined.

She endured a contentious and passionate relationship with this library. The huge number of books confirmed how much magic she'd been denied for most of her life, and now she hungrily wanted to read every book on every shelf. An impossible task, to be sure, Herculean in its exaggeration, but Corliss wanted to read herself to death. She wanted to be buried in a coffin filled with used paperbacks. She

Junior based all of his decisions on his dreams and visions, which created a lot of problems.

I would close my eyes and dream of something strong, dream of horses exploding, rising into the air, their hearts beating survive, survive, survive.

I draw because words are too unpredictable. I draw because words are too limited.

my brain is a boardinghouse where my waking consciousness rents one room with a hot plate and a black-and-white TV while the rest of the rooms are occupied by a random assortment of banshees, ghosts, mimes wearing eagle feathers, and approximately twelve thousand strangers who look exactly like me.

Am I defined by what I've seen, or do I define the world by what I've witnessed? O, what beautiful or terrible thing waits around the next corner? Who isn't in love with this mystery?

What's real? I ain't interested in what's real. I'm interested in how things should be.

Imagine a story that puts wood in the fireplace.

Be kind to dragons, for thou art crunchy when toasted and taste good with ketchup. (Sebastian)

And if wishes were horses, I'd have been run over in childhood.

The only vampires I've ever seen are the Goths trying to get a glimpse of Anne Rice's house, who drink strawberry sodas and tell each other it's blood.

Be kind to dragonswans, for thou art gorgeous when naked and taste good with cool whip. (Channon)

I mumble hocus-pocus and the next thing you know, I'm a cat. (Ravyn) I suppose it's a step up. The last guy I had in my house could only turn into a beer-drinking pig. (Susan)

Writers. For some reason, a lot of you reject what you hear and see in your heads. If you go too long ignoring it, it builds up and then you do all sorts of weird things. Mumble to yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total anarchy and chaos. Before you know it, the writer is either sitting in corner feverishly humming to his- or herself or on Prozac. You're not on Prozac, are you? (Esther)

When I was a little girl, I used to try and bring sunshine to my mother. I felt so bad that she had never really seen or felt it. So I would try and catch it in jars. When that failed, I captured jars and jars of lightening bugs and told her that if we could catch enough of them, then it would look like the sun. She'd laugh, hug me, and then set them free and tell me that nothing should have to live its life in a cage. (Cassandra)

I didn't know I could do that. I mean I knew I could do that before, but I didn't know it was actually working now until you screamed. I thought I was just imagining it. And don't give me that look…sorry? (Xypher)

See what? I didn't see anything. There were no scary people there. Nothing freaky. I'm going home now and tomorrow I'm going to have the doctors check for a brain tumor. Full battery of tests. Whole nine yard. Whatever's wrong with me, we'll find it and deal with it. At this point, my vote is either tumor or space alien testing. Either one works for me. (Geary)