Quotes About Imagination

Dorie herself was not very surprised, because a daydreamer is prepared for most things and in a way she had planned even this, though she had not guessed how it would come about.

The novel is the affliction for which only the novel is the cure.

And we can read - there is always the prospect of escape, through books. Books are not a means of 'escape', Meta! Books are a means of knowledge, and of learning how to cope with the future.

Impossible not to imagine the dead observing us. Our love for them a soft, shimmering gossamar that trails behind us.

Running! If there is any activity happier, more exhilarating, more nourishing to the imagination, I cannot think of what it might be.

Words are like wild birds - they will come when they wish, not when they are bidden.

Once upon a time the fairy tales begin. But then they end and often you don't know really what has happened, what was meant to happen, you only know what you've been told, what the words suggest.

We begin as children imagining and fearing ghosts. By degrees, through our long lives, we come to be the very ghosts inhabiting the lost landscapes of our childhood.

On their own, your eyes did not naturally discover the sky.

You ordinary people who read and do not write, who 'like to read' and know nothing of the sufferings of writers, how fortunate you are!

We see the shadows of things, not the things themselves . . . We are forced to imagine what the writer doesn't reveal.

The best part of being a nanny, Katya thought, was reading children's books aloud to enraptured children like Tricia, for no one had read such books aloud to her when she'd been a little girl. There hadn't been such books in the Spivak household on County Line Road, nor would there have been any time for such interludes.

There's a sort of melancholy romance to the experience of being lonesome. I think of reading as a kind of romantic alone activity that you're doing. The image would include being curled up somewhere on a rainy day and you're reading very intensely involved in a world that no one can see because it's inside your head.

All prices of all things—at least, useless beautiful things like rare books—are inherently absurd, rooted in the human imagination and in the all-too-human predilection to desperately want what others value highly, and to scorn what others fail to value.

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul." —

Imagine que en el mismo espacio que ocupa usted con su cuerpo verdadero, existe otro cuerpo, el cuerpo imaginario de su personaje, que usted ha creado en su mente. MICHAEL CHEKHOV

I don't need to shut my eyes to go blind... When your blind time passes strangely Floating and dreamy in a way speeded up like the Time Traveler apon his machine.

It had well be a dream, no one would believe me anyway.

Of course, a literary work is a kind of nest: an elaborately and painstakingly woven nest of words incorporating chunks and fragments of the writer's life in an imagined structure, as a bird's nest incorporates all manner of items from the world outside our windows, ingeniously woven together in an original design.

the swans are beautiful like figures in a dream, that seem to represent something for which there are no adequate words.

How ironic, it seemed to me, yet, perhaps, how symbolic, that in our age of rapid mass production and the easy proliferation of consumer products, the richness and diversity of the American literary imagination should be so misrepresented in most anthologies and textbooks! Of

and much more interesting.

Shreds of cloud were being blown across the moon clotted & cobwebbed like thoughts moving too fast for you to hear.

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily,often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul-- Joyce Carole Oates