Quotes About Imagination

Initially, only the crabs demurred. "It's not hot in here," Sarin said acidly. "Nothing has changed. You're all imagining things.

maybe it's just my imagination but I can smell the stench of a decaying humanity wallowing in the throes of hypocrisy, apathy, misery and I take a DEEP breath before stepping out.

i often wonder at what point my thoughts cease to be my reality and simply merge with my dreams to become my fiction, my life.

of course i have learned over the years that my fantasies are always better than reality and i leave it at that.

as i said her nostrils flared like a white lion, i blinked and she was gone. what one imagines. i dream moldy words. at times she yawned, as i said that, and her nostrils flared most beautifully.

I'd make stuff up, like, 'I heard that when Jesus built furniture he never used glue in the joints, that he'd touch them and they'd hold forever.

I often feel sorry for people who don't read good books; they are missing a chance to lead an extra life.

UNLOCKING YOUR IDEA

Rape, pillage, plunder, gouge, extort, and beat... your imagination.

God has always promised to do more than we would ever ask or imagine. It's just that so few of us take Him up on His offer.

Oh gods, Jean. Take a false name wherever we end up. Tavrin Callas is good. Let the bastard pop up all over the place.

I'm speaking of the pursuit of excellence in all things. All things! Presence of mind and devotion to craft. A great artist has these. A great chef. A great master of tea. There's powerful kung fu in a well-built house or an eloquent letter, but the limit of your imagination is bones breaking and bullets flying.

Why were all his fantasies so calamitous for that table, which had done him no injury?

I mean, wouldn't it be grand, to have a legend that grew while you were alive to enjoy it? To sit in a tavern and hear all the people around you speaking of what you'd done, with no notion that you were among them as flesh and blood?

His view of the sky spun first left then right, as though the world were trying on strange new angles for his approval.

Why are you always so averse to fiction, when we've made it our meal ticket?

Studies have been shown that people with creative minds find it harder to fall asleep at night and prefer to stay up later.

Art, as I see it, is any human activity which doesn't grow out of either of our species' two basic instincts: survival and reproduction.

when you look at a photo or realistic drawing of a face, you see it as the face of another . But when you enter the world of the cartoon , you see yourself.

Through traditional realism, the comics artist can portray the world without-- --and through the cartoon, the world within.

Comics offers tremendous resources to all writers and artists:faithfulness, control, a chance to be heard far and wide without fear of compromise...it offers range and versatility with all the potential imagery of film and painting plus the intimacy of the written word. And all that's needed is the desire to be heard--the will to learn--and the ability to see.

Tom Mix was born in Pennsylvania, and when he was ten years old his parents took him to see Buffalo Bill Cody's Wild West. It changed young Tom forever. He took his mother's clothesline and taught himself rope tricks. He took scraps from around the house and made his own "cowboy outfit." And when he was finally old enough, he lit out for the rapidly vanishing West, ready to leave a mark as distinctive as Buffalo Bill or Wyatt Earp before it was gone forever.

She opened the book on his lap. The pages were densely packed with a neat cursive script; the ink was a pale purple, but each and every i was dotted with a small, red heart. Tom imagined dozens of bottles of colored ink, stored neatly under her (permanently stained) pillow.

A child walks in to the living room and asks, "Dad, where does poo come from?" Without wanting to be too explicit the father replies, "Well, first Mommy makes us dinner. Then we eat it. Then the body takes away all the goodness from the food to make us strong. Then we sit on the toilet. What's left comes out as poo." Looking horrified the child asks, "But Dad, what about Tigger and Eeyore??