Quotes About Imagination

Q: Why did the little boy put lipstick on his head? A: He wanted to make up his mind.

Q: What has eight eyes and eight legs? A: Eight pirates.

Beats thinking about whatever's waiting in Stonewall.

If you can avoid the grammatical bog of trying to wow English professors with your sentences, then you're well on your way to getting the reader to turn one page and then the next.

Before I forget, I keep a notebook (and more recently a voice recorder) with me at all times. Why? Because I never know when a good idea is going to come along. The first step to a great game is a great idea. Don't lose that great idea. Make sure you write it down!

No longer an innocent newborn, Elizabeth can tease, joke, and play make-believe because a gap has opened between what she knows to be so and what she pretends or imagines. More than any other quality, this gap is what distinguishes our species, enabling us to deceive one another and ourselves, but also enabling us to see beyond the way things happen to be, to envision alternatives, to make art and science and revolution, to invent things new under the sun.

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I do not know if God will reveal Him, Her, or Itself to me as a craggy old African man with a long white beard, or a mature, Rubenesque woman barely concealed by clouds, or as some kind of mollusk.

On a ship that's made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you.)

Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will never die, but long after we are gone will be a living thing asserting itself with ever growing insistency. Remember that our sons and grandsons are going to do things that would stagger us. Let your watchword be order and your beacon beauty.

Sometimes the facts in my head get bored and decide to take a walk in my mouth. Frequently this is a bad thing.

And over all those sleepy weeks, the dream always ended the same way, with the dragon coming for the princess saying the same words every time.... "Face it, Tally-wa, you're Special.

Manifesting that order of poetry where we can at last grow up to that which we stored up as we grew.

I credit poetry for making this space-walk possible.

Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.

We were small and thought we knew nothing Worth knowing. We thought words travelled the wires In the shiny pouches of raindrops, Each one seeded full with the light Of the sky, the gleam of the lines, and ourselves So infinitesimally scaled We could stream through the eye of a needle.

At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades…I'm very conscious that people dear to me are alive in my imagination…These people are with me. It's just a stage of your life when the death of people doesn't banish them out of your consciousness, They're part of the light in your head.

The main thing is to write for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast.

The main thing is to write for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast. You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous. Take off from here.

Castles in the air—they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build too. —HENRIK IBSEN (1828–1906), The Master Builder

ALL GREAT DEEDS AND ALL GREAT THOUGHTS HAVE A RIDICULOUS BEGINNING. —ALBERT CAMUS, THE MYTH OF SISYPHUS

I built a jail in my closet and I would incarcerate my family from time to time.

In my proudest moments, I think I had a real hand in the creative force of making 'Star Trek.' But most of the time, I don't think about it.

Every writer since the beginning of time, just like other people, has been afflicted by what a friend of mine calls