Quotes About Imagination

I mean, what can you say about how you write your books? What I mean is, first you've got to think of something, and then when you've thought of it you've got to force yourself to sit down and write it. That's all." ~ Mrs. Oliver

Sanity is the one unbelievable bore. One must be mad, slightly twisted - then one sees life from a new and entrancing angle.

people are never like what you remember them. You make them, as the years go by, more and more the way you wish them to be, and as you think you remember them. If you want to remember them as agreeable and gay and handsome, you make them far more so than they actually were.

Anybody who can belive six impossible things before breakfast wins hands down in this game.

Man is an unoriginal animal," said Hercule Poirot

Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what the fairies will send you—

There was something magical about an island—the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world—an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return. He thought: "I'm leaving my ordinary life behind me." And, smiling to himself, he began to make plans, fantastic plans for the future. He was still smiling when he walked up the rock-cut steps. In

Los argumentos se me ocurren en los momentos más insospechados, como cuando voy caminando por la calle o me estoy probando un sombrero en una tienda y, de repente, una idea espléndida me viene a la cabeza.

She couldn't let the past go and she could never see the future as it really was, only as she imagined it to be.

Plots come to me at such odd moments, when I am walking along the street, or examining a hat shop…suddenly a splendid idea comes into my head.

Don't be a fool," Vera Claythorne urged herself. "It's all right. Elly Kleinman and others are downstairs. All four of them. There's no one in the room. There can't be. You're imagining things, my girl.

Well," said Adam, as Poirot went out. "First girls' knees, and now draughtsmanship! What next, I wonder!

Living alone, with no one to consult or talk to, one might easily become melodramatic, and imagine things which had no foundation on fact.

It is a theory of mine," I said, warming to my theme, "that we owe most of our great inventions and most of the achievements of genius to idleness?either enforced or voluntary. The human mind prefers to be spoon-fed with the thoughts of others, but deprived of such nourishment it will, reluctantly, begin to think for itself?and such thinking, remember, is original thinking and may have valuable results.

I think each one of us in his secret heart fancies himself as Sherlock Holmes.

First, you have to think and think and think and think; then you have to force yourself to write it down.

But, mind you, very few people would understand that point of view. Most people, you see, haven't got any imagination

When people ask "Do you put real people in your books?" the answer is that, for me, it is quite impossible to write about anyone I know, or have ever spoken to, or indeed have even heard about! For some reason, it kills them for me stone dead.

There you are, Ariadne," said Robin. "The whole plot of your next novel presented to you. All you'll have to do is work in a few false clues, and—of course—do the actual writing.

One could write a play about such an idea." "It has been done," said Poirot. "But console yourself, Hastings," he added kindly. "Because a theme has been used once, there is no reason why it should not be used again. Compose your drama.

he said "I simply can't believe it, that's all." "Oh, nonsense," said Jimmy. "You must get into the habit of believing six impossible things before breakfast...

It is love that has come — not as you imagined it, all cock-a-hoop with fine feathers, but sadly, with bleeding feet.

suppose if something very terrible had happened, so terrible as to be almost unbearable, one might get like that. One might run away from reality into a half world of one's own and then, of course, after a time, one wouldn't be able to get back...

I do think you should be more careful how you choose your friends. You are so credulous, dear, so easily gulled. I suppose it is being a writer and having so much imagination. If you were older and had more experience of life you would have been on guard at once.