Quotes About Imagination

Siobhan said that when you are writing a book you have to include some descriptions of things. I said that I could take photographs and put them in the book. But she said the idea of a book was to describe things using words so that people could read them and make a picture in their own head.

and I wrote a book and that means I can do anything

Well, we're meant to be writing stories today

You could say all you liked about reason and logic and common sense and imagination, but when the chips were down the one skill you needed was the ability to think about absolutely nothing whatsoever.

Reading is primarily a symptom. Of a healthy imagination, of our interest in this and other worlds, of our ability to be still and quiet, of our ability to dream during daylight.

All those other lives. You never did get to lead them.

Siobhan said that I should write something I would want to read myself.

He had never spoken to Uncle Richard, but he knew that he was a radiologist who put tubes into people's groins and pushed them up into their brains to clear blockages like chimney sweeps did and this was a glorious idea.

Everyone in their little worlds.

Because adults forgot how porous that border was, the ease with which you could summon monsters and find treasure in any basement. Besides, adults talked to themselves. Was that any more rational?

But feelings are just having a picture on the screen in your head of what is going to happen tomorrow or next year, or what might have happened instead of what did happen, and if it is a happy picture they smile and if it is a sad picture they cry.

But they are different because the pictures in my head are all pictures of things which really happened. But other people have pictures in their heads of things which aren't real and didn't happen.

1 This is not a metaphor, it is a simile, which means that it really did look like there were two very small mice hiding in his nostrils and if you make a picture in your head of a man with two very small mice hiding in his nostrils you will know what the police inspector looked like. And a simile is not a lie, unless it is a bad simile.

when you describe something by using a word for something that it isn't. This means that the word metaphor is a metaphor. I

and when i try and make a picture of the phrase in my head it just confuses me because an apple in someone's eye doesn't have anything to do with liking someone a lot and it just makes you forget what the person was talking about

Leer es fundamentalmente un síntoma. De una imaginación saludable, de nuestro interés en este y otros mundos, de nuestra capacidad para estar callados e inmóviles, también para soñar despiertos

I used to have dreams that everything would get better. Do you remember, you used to say that you wanted to be an astranaut? Well, I used to have dreams where you were an astranaut and you were on the television and I thought that's my son.

Poetry scares her, with its glimpses of the abyss between the slats of the swaying bridge.

When] he's here, he's always reading. He says books stop time. I myself think he's crazy...Don't tell anyone, but when he reads something that he likes he gets real happy, turns on the music, and dances by himself, or with a broom sometimes.

Why do people resist [engines, bridges, and cities] so? They are symbols and products of the imagination, which is the force that ensures justice and historical momentum in an imperfect world, because without imagination we would not have the wherewithal to challenge certainty, and we could never rise above ourselves.

their powerlessness, innocence, and imagination fused to enable them to turn time inside out, travel on the wind, and enter the souls of animals.

I like the race, rather than the winning. Do you really? Yes, I've imagined great victories, and I've imagined great races. The races are better.

They would go about town sighing and talking to themselves. I love you, they would say to the imagined beloved, though it might have appeared to someone else that they were speaking to a snow shovel or an egg crate.

For example, they recently had a piece on a character--I think his name was Ambrosio D'Urbervilles--whose design statement was to stuff an entire apartment from floor to ceiling with dark purple cottonballs. He called it Portrait of a Dead Camel Dancing on the Roof of a Steambath.