Quotes About Imagination

He understood everything: He could keep his eyes open and the buffalo wouldn't appear, or close them and it would.

Ideas are facts too; the belief, whether true or false, that the British were greasing cartridges with animal fat started a revolution in India. For we are what we imagine, as much as what we do.

To write a novel is to dream a story and write it down on the page. That's why the power of a really good story is one of true magic. Good stories engage the reader utterly in the writer's dream so the dream becomes theirs, too.

By virtue of the literary work over which they meet, the reader and the writer both begin to loosen their hold on selfhood.

woman told her on her first visit. "Otherwise I'll never hear you and you'll stand out here for days." "Hold your horses, I'm here, I'm here," a familiar voice calls now, from the other side of the door. When it flies open, Clara momentarily expects, as always, to find herself looking at an adolescent tomboy with red pigtails

My eyes are bright, my hair has come loose from its ribbon, and Stella's scarf is waving around my neck. But that's not what I see when I look at the picture. I see three unlikely friends holding hands. And Ryan, Kenny, and Melanie are standing behind us, rapt. And in the sky above us, I see a miracle.

All those people in their black-and-white worlds - they have no idea what they're missing

The future is all possibilities, but the past is set in stone. All those ghosts of ourselves, our youth, still alive inside us, but out of our reach forever. We meet them when we close our eyes, when we let our memories come alive. But that's all they are. Memories. No more real than a dream.

Kau tidak pernah tahu apa yang akan kau ketahui saat membuka sebuah buku. Dan jika isinya adalah suatu cerita, kau akan tenggelam kedalamnya. Kemudian, kau akan tinggal disana beberapa saat, bukannya-kau tahu-tinggal disini.

If I could paint, I would do it myself.

In my daydreams I'm always much prettier (and smarter, funnier, and more popular). I also never fall into drainpipes.

I open my eyes and stare at the page. I see the black letters. But I also see the pinks and greens and purples and yellows. I can't say I'm surprised.

I sigh. I wonder if practicing in my head counts. I can easily picture myself doing a perfect routine. Somehow it comes out differently once gravity gets involved.

I wrote my first poem about a bunny. 'Bunny, bunny, hop hop hop. White and soft like a little mop.

Admit it, if you suddenly had magical powers, you would have turned that leftover meat loaf into pizza, too.

You never know what you'll learn when you open one. And if it's a story, you sort of fall into it. Then you live there for a while, instead of, you know, living here.

You built this place with your imagination, but you breathed life into it, and now it's as real as anyplace else. When you're ready, this is where you will come to focus your power. For now, it waits.

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The Day Tara the Great Destroyed the Zombie Queen and Then Ate a Grilled Cheese Sandwich would be

The future is all possibilities, but the past is set in stone. All those ghosts of ourselves, our youth, still alive inside us, but out of our reach forever. We meet them when we close our eyes, when we let our memories come alive." He shakes his head. "But that's all they are. Memories. No more real than a dream.

What is it?" Philip said. "I'm creating a work of confectionary art here." "Well

Pornography allows a woman's imagination to run wild. And nothing on earth is more human than wondering "what if.

The real question to ask is: Why not simply let women enjoy their fantasies? Why shouldn't a woman entertain the wildest sex her imagination can generate? What damage is done? Who has the right to question it?

her ankles, because they all knew that Fred needed to see Nim to make him as brave and strong as he could be.