Quotes About Imagination

To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me

Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.

The truth and the facts aren't necessarily the same thing. Telling the truth is the object of all art; facts are what the unimaginative have instead of ideas.

Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.

Truth is not only stranger than fiction, it is more interesting.

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

Truth lies not only in a dream, but in many dreams.

As no two people see the world the same way, all trips from here to there are imaginary; all truth is a tale I am telling myself.

There are all sorts of things embodied in the Lego brick - geometry and mathematics and truth and proportion and shape and colour... It is a faintly spiritual activity that everybody connects with.

The greatest things in life - truth, creativity, imagination, love, kindness, compassion -are already inside us, and they're all free.

Truth was, if you were going to believe something, it was best to believe in stuff that made the world seem a more interesting place.

The truth is rarely as dreadful or as terrifying as what one imagines.

We must have design in a picture even at the expense of truth. You are using nature for your artistic needs.

Truth depends upon the intensity of imagination, not upon facts.

The best fiction is far more true than any journalism.

Our truest response to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find truth.

But please remember: this is only a work of fiction. The truth, as always, will be far stranger.

An artist's job is to captivate… if we stumble into truth, we got lucky.

Only in books has mankind known perfect truth, love and beauty.

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only a boy playing on the seashore.

They talk to me and tell me I'm pretty and inform me when the neighbor's dog is stalking me in the name of the high god Satan . . . so how imaginary can they be?

When it came to art, desire was a big part of it. Not sexual desire, but the desire to create, to produce, to explore the world around oneself. Without the desire . . . an artist had nothing.

No aristocrat would sit in the wild grass to dream. Aristocrats have gardens for that, if they dream at all.