Quotes About Imagination

It's only half completed, I'm afraid – we haven't even finished burying the artificial dinosaur skeletons in the crust yet

The simple truth is that interstellar distance will not fit the human imagination.

Come," he said, sweeping through the door to where Miss Janice Pearce sat glaring at a pencil, "let us go. Let us leave this festering hellhole. Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.

If you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on the top of the other David Bowie, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty beach robe you would then have something which didn't exactly look like John Watson, but which those who knew him would find hauntingly familiar. He

This was the very limit beyond which none of them had ever speculated, or even known that there was any speculation to be done.

Beyinlerinin bu karanl?k ve kilitli köÅŸelerinden kurtulabilmeyi isterdi, çünkü burada sakl? olanlar arada s?rada bir an için yüzeye ç?k?yor, zihninin neÅŸe ve eÄŸlence bölümünü tuhaf düÅŸüncelerle doldurarak, kendisini hayat?n?n temel görevi olarak gördüÄŸü ÅŸeyden, yani harika bir ÅŸekilde iyi zaman geçirmekten al?koymaya çal???yorlard?.

Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?

Luckily, he went on, you have come to exactly the right place with your interesting problem, for there is no such word as 'impossible' in my dictionary. In fact, he added, brandishing the abused book, everything between 'herring' and 'marmalade' appears to be missing.

But - but - but! said Dirk, thumping the table in frustration, don't you understand that we need to be childish in order to understand? Only a child sees things with perfect clarity, because it hasn't developed all those filters which prevent us from seeing things that we don't expect to see.

Trin Tragula—for that was his name—was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or as his wife would have it, an idiot.

If all these attempts fail, flag down a passing flying saucer and explain that it's vitally important you get away before your phone bill arrives.

I don't believe there's a horse in your bathroom.

scientist must also be absolutely like a child. If he sees a thing, he must say that he sees it, whether it was what he thought he was going to see or not. See first, think later, then test. But always see first. Otherwise you will only see what you were expecting.

Perhaps they are singing songs to you,' he said, 'and I just think they're asking me questions.' He paused again. Sometimes he would pause for days, just to see what it was like.

Oh, er, well the hatchway in front of us will open in a few moments and we will shoot out into deep space I expect and asphyxiate. If you take a lungful of air with you you can last for up to thirty seconds, of course.

It folded back on itself like something that M. C. Escher, had he been given to hard nights on the town, which it is no part of this narrative's purpose to suggest was the case, though it is sometimes hard, looking at his pictures, particularly the one with all the awkward steps, not to wonder, might have dreamed up after having been on one, for the little chandeliers which should have been hanging inside were on the outside pointing up.

It was a world called Bartledan

I shall sit alone in a darkened room, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything but a little grey old head, and in that little grey old head a peculiar vision of hideous blue and gold dangling things flashing in the light, and the smell of sweat, cat food and death.

He sat and tapped his teeth with a pencil again and watched his sofa slowly revolving on the screen of his computer.

As she lay beneath a pile of rubble, in pain, darkness, and choking dust, trying to find sensation in her limbs, she was at least relieved to be able to think that she hadn't merely been imagining that this was a bad day. So thinking, she passed out.

Non è sufficiente credere alla bellezza di un giardino? Che bisogno c'è di credere che nasconda delle fate?

Argi nepakanka matyti, kad sodas nuostabus, negi b?tina tik?ti, kad jame dar slapstosi ir f?jos?

All this Magrathea nonsense seemed juvenile. Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? All

At some distance down the corridor it seemed suddenly as if somebody started to beat on a bass drum. He listened to it for a few seconds and realized that it was just his heart beating. He listened for a few seconds more and realized that it wasn't his heart beating, it was somebody down the corridor beating on a bass drum.