Quotes About Imagination

It's easy, after all, not to be a writer. Most people aren't writers, and very little harm comes to them.

Television didn't arrive in our household until I was about 10, so my imagination would have been first stirred by the printed word. Comics and the public library.

It was, however, the long, long nights, far more than the wonderful days, which impregnated my future--the dark, still nights full of hints and fine transitions, shadowy terrors, fleeting visions and marvelous dreams.

I just want always to be a little boy and have fun.

When you were a bird you knew the fairies pretty well, and you remember a good deal about them in your babyhood, which it is a great pity you can't write down, for gradually you forget, and I have heard of children who declared that they had never once seen a fairy. Very likely if they said this in the Kensington Gardens, they were standing looking at a fairy all the time.

You just think lovely wonderful thoughts and they lift you up in the air.

Entrepreneurs continually demonstrate that faith and imagination are the most important capital goods in a changing economy, and that wealth is a product less of money than of the mind to create, produce, invest, and, in the often-repeated expression of Austrian economist Joseph Schumpeter, to creatively destroy (to shut down businesses that are not working).

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

A little boy gets up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. As he passes his parents' bedroom he peeks in through the keyhole. He watches for a moment, then continues on down the hallway, muttering to himself, "Boy, and she gets mad at me for sucking my thumb!

Prepping people to believe something was the hard part. Once the framework was established, they became eager to fill in the details themselves, and could be counted on to do so even if those details made little sense. Remar

Stell dir eine Kartoffel mit aufgemaltem Gesicht vor, dann weißt du ungefähr, wie er aussieht. Es war nicht schwer, sich auszumalen, wie sich im Innern dieser knubbeligen Kugel viel zu viele großartige Gedanken um Raum und Plätze zankten und aus Platzmangel nach außen drückten.

Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive.

Jazz spent a chunk of the day fantasizing about ways to kill his grandmother, plotting them and planning them in the most excruciating, gruesome detail his imagination would allow. It turned out his imagination allowed quite a bit. He spent the rest of the day convincing himself--over and over--not to do it.

People can wonder and ponder and imagine all they want. But their curiosity does not entitle them to enter my world.

He wasn't just dead; he was severely dead. He was one of the deadest people Hughes had ever seen, and Hughes had seen quite a few.

I don't believe in writer's block. Writer's block is when you're running down an ally and all of a sudden you're trapped by a brick wall. You can't go under, over, or through it. You're stuck. But the problem isn't that you can't pass the brick wall. You see, the problem is that you went down the wrong ally.

Jazz closed his eyes.

I can't take it anymore. I thought maybe there would be one last conversation, but I can't take it. [...] I've thought of it often, over the years, obsessing over it, designing it in my imagination over and over, tweaking and revising [...]

What's poetry?" asked Kerouac. "Everything," Gregory replied.

If you can see it, you can be it.

The existence of multiple alternatives makes it easy for us to imagine alternatives that don't exist—alternatives that combine the attractive features of the ones that do exist. And to the extent that we engage our imaginations in this way, we will be even less satisfied with the alternative we end up choosing. So, once again, a greater variety of choices actually makes us feel worse.

The kneading of memory makes the dough of fiction, which, as we know, can go on yeasting for ever...

Wall Street's "promiscuous imagination," as biotechnology writer Robert Teitleman called it, had long since grown impatient with stories like his, and the shortage of real investors at the Vista had proven that.

Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars;Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.In other words, hold my hand!In other words, darling, kiss me!