Quotes About Imagination

The ultimate source of creativity, he argues, is divine.

the Invocation of the Muse from Homer's Odyssey, the T. E. Lawrence translation.

I read War and Peace, I read Madame Bovary, I read Fathers and Sons, The Red and the Black, Crime and Punishment, The Brothers Karamazov. I read Hunger, Anna Karenina, Don Quixote. I read Tropic of Cancer and Tropic of Capricorn, Sexus, Nexus, Plexus, Quiet Days in Clichy. I read Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch. My friend Paul is a character in this one.

The song we're composing already exists in potential. Our work is to find it. Can we hear it in our head? It exists, like a signal coming from a faraway radio tower. Our job is to tune to that frequency.

Friends sometimes ask, "Don't you get lonely sitting by yourself all day?" At first it seemed odd to hear myself answer No. Then I realized that I was not alone; I was in the book; I was with the characters. I was with my Self.

Don't force the players to animate your creation, breathe life into it from the very start.

Charles was at this time very fond of inventing games for the amusement of his brothers and sisters;

The public library is where place and possibility meet.

I had this sudden awareness,' she continues, 'of how the moments of our lives go out of existence before we're conscious of having lived them. It's only a relatively few moments that we get to keep and carry with us for the rest of our lives. Those moments are our lives. Or maybe it's more like those moments are the dots in what we call our lives, or the lines we draw between them, connecting them into imaginary pictures of ourselves.

I recalled the afternoon when the two of us stood beating erasers, and Camille confided that she'd done penance for stories - stories that I'll never know if she wrote or only imagined writing. She'd wanted me to tell her a secret from my dreams, a secret from my dreams I hadn't had as yet, and so I didn't quite understand what she was after. It's about feeling, Camille had insisted. I didn't understand then that she was talking about risk.

The sound of dogs howling from the next homestead over. But the space between our houses grows while I sleep. The forest around me deepens. The trees fall in love and multiply. The snow an intoxicant. I pray the pines don't get bolder, that they don't grow organs and hands.

Rather than feeling that every moment you've got to exert this enormous control, you can take the attitude that your job as a writer is not to control everything, but to set things in motion.

To realize the importance the imagination could have in friendship, to understand its immense power for bringing us together in a way.

the script and heard the score

I write letters to my right brain all the time. They're just little notes. And right brain, who likes to get little notes from me, will often come through within a day or two.

Being rule governed, I operate in a world filled with imaginary restraints.

I know it's true because I made it up myself.

Idly, I wondered what it'd be like to have a city street named after me. Kinsey Avenue. Kinsey Road. Not bad. I figured I could learn to live with the tribute if it came my way.

For what is storytelling if not ideas brought full and whole to the inner eyes of those who listen?

Shakespeare asks, "Tell me where is fancy bred…in the heart or in the head?

As the poet E. E. Cummings observed, "Always a more beautiful answer that asks a more beautiful question.

What's wrong with living in a dream world? You have to wake up.

I believe in the goodness of imagination.

Where had I been that I didn't know about imaginary friends? I could see the point of it. How a lost part of yourself steps out and remind you who you could be with a little work.