Quotes About Imagination

Art pulls a community together... Art makes you feel differently. That's what artists are doing all the time, shifting and changing the way you see life.

I build a painting by putting little marks together-some look like hot dogs, some like doughnuts.

When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

My novels aren't really generated by a single conceptual spark; it's more a process of many different elements that come together unexpectedly over a long period of time.

In the creative act, you kind of reach down and look for things that will, when put together, create an emotional effect.

I had a friend, and we always used to pretend to be twins. We had this fantasy about going to Hollywood together. We were about four.

Creo que todos soñamos. ¿Cómo, si no, conseguir a veces que la vida resulte soportable?

The branches of most of the trees were bare now. He had never minded bare trees. He could see the sky through them. He had often lain along a stout branch, gazing upward, dreaming of worlds beyond the one he inhabited.

I am in awe," he said. "Where do all these ideas come from?" "I think from a lifetime of only being able to observe and never being able to do," she said. "I have twenty years of inaction to make up for.

She would spend the rest of her life wondering about him . . . She would wonder if he ever thought of her . . .

Did people... really kiss like that? She had had NO idea. She had imagined being kissed, and in her imagination she had been swept away by the sheer romance of the meeting of lips. In her naivete she had not considered the possibility that a kiss, as a prelude to sexual activity, might have powerful effects on parts of her body, in fact, even parts she had been only half aware of possessing. She ached and throbbed in all sorts of unfamiliar places

That was what he got for lowering his guard and going off into a dream for a moment.

Oh, no, he thought with a curious pang about the heart, he had not imagined it.

Had she read any good books lately? At all? She could tell him that she was going to take out a subscription at the library tomorrow because she was feeling starved of good reading material and could he recommend anything that she might not already have read?

Piers had only ever been for her remotest dreams, anyway.

Ah, but it is a woman's romantic view of life that keeps it from becoming dull.

How foolish of her to have fallen into a dream.

Could she ever have imagined in those few golden months that one day they would be in a room together, separated as if by a thousand miles?

I could not possibly have imagined anything more wonderful if I had tried.

There is no such thing as the love you are looking for. It is only in your dreams. If that is so . . . then I think I would prefer my dreams to your reality, Jack.

But if he let himself think too deeply, he could still dream of finding someone like her.

unguarded moment she pictured herself waltzing with Viscount Whitleaf

Ese es el inconveniente de los sueños, [...]No siempre se hacen realidad. Pero siempre aparecen nuevos sueños con los que reemplazar los antiguos. En el fondo somos una especie llena de esperanza.

Of course she wished to go. How dreadful it would be not to be there but to be wondering every moment what was happening, imagining with whom he was walking and talking.