Quotes About Imagination

The day had begun to feel tinny: a pretend day, a dream day, that for some unaccountable reason she had to go on and on with as if it were real.

I have seemed to see our kisses there sometimes, I've seen them hanging in the curtains

We have a name for your disease. We call it a hyper-aesthetic one. You have been encouraged to over-indulge yourself in literature; and have inflamed your organs of fancy.

Words, hmm? They seduce us in darkness, and the mind clothes and fashions them to fashions of its own.

Last night I fell asleep quickly, into a place beyond sleep, deep and silent, the place I imagine caterpillars go to turn into butterflies.

LET MY LOVE ENFOLD YOU in the radiance of My Glory. Sit still in the Light of My Presence, and receive My Peace. These quiet moments with Me transcend time, accomplishing far more than you can imagine.

I have a better internal and intuitive understanding of folklore and myth than science and technology, so in that way fantasy is easier.

I'm mostly a novelist these days, but I have written short stories in Fantasy, Science Fiction and horror.

My joking answer to this question is that I leave a bowl of milk out on the back porch every night for the Idea Fairy. In the morning, the milk is gone and there's a brand-new shiny idea by the bowl.

What's it like where they live?" "It's everything you want it to be.

Because, when everything else is gone, all we're left with is our imaginations.

Day lets her imagination free with an urban adventure that is not only fast-paced, but also erotic and addictive. [on Eve of Darkness ]

Think BIG right now- you can always make it smaller later!

What is art but a way of seeing?

All a writer has to do to get a woman is to say he's a writer. It's an aphrodisiac.

All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination. It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!

Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination. It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!

We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.

A writer is a reader moved to emulation.

Curiosity, irreverence, imagination, sense of humor, a free and open mind, an acceptance of the relativity of values and of the uncertainty of life, all inevitably fuse into the kind of person whose greatest joy is creation.

The frightening thought that what you draw may become a building makes for reasoned lines.

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering. It seeps through cracks, ripples the grass, explores the unknown. My love is my soul's imagination.

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

My love is my soul's imagination... how do I love you... imagine.