Quotes About Imagination

Life, strangely enough, is constantly being reinvented, and loved, even though a tinfoil brain will bring forth crumpled images, and a trampled torso will ooze misery. And yet, it is still a beautiful thing when a man abandons his three square meals a day and his adding machine and his family and goes off to follow a beautiful star. Life is still magnificent as long as one maintains the illusion that an entire world can be conjured from a tiny patch of earth.

con un libro en la mano abro mis atemorizados ojos a un mundo extraño, distinto de aquel en el que me hallaba hace apenas un instante porque yo, cuando me sumerjo en la lectura, estoy en otra parte, dentro del texto, me despierto sorprendido y reconozco con culpa que efectivamente vuelvo de un sueño, del más bello de los mundos, del corazón mismo de la verdad.

It was Halloween that did me in, that single day when your children turn to you for imagination and creativity, the one day of the year when you must transcend fantasy.

Be a dreamer of reality

Fiction must convince our bodies for it to have any chance of convincing our minds.

Stories hang from the trees, hive under the coffee table, gather like glass on the corners of the road. To pick them up one needs simply to focus one's eye and keep a steady hand. Writing focuses the eye; writing develops the steadiness of one's hand.

I always know exactly where my stories take place, which gives me something certain so I can use my imagination for the other stuff. I worry though, who wants to keep reading stories about Kalamazoo?

You have an amazing imagination!" "I Know," I say, smiling back at her. "my head is chock-full of gruesome ideas

Great ideas and great melodies have a lot in common.

My earliest memory of waking up with a melody in my head was, you know, 8, 9, 10. I've always heard kind of melodies in my head. I remember standing under a piano at my grandmother's house, when the keys of the piano were higher than my head and kind of pressing down on the keys, and then hearing one note and then looking for another one to follow it, because you always -- you know, if you're a musician or if you're a songwriter, somehow when you hear one note, you hear another one.

Los Angeles. More people live off their imagination in this city than any other.

I really remember John Lennon's Imagine. I guess I'm twelve; that's one of my first albums. That really set fire to me. It was like he was whispering in your ear -- his ideas of what's possible. Different ways of seeing the world.

If you can't read, it's going to be hard to realize dreams.

One of the hardest conditions of boyhood is the almost continuous strain put upon the powers of invention by the constant and harassing necessity for explanations of every natural act.

Is this life?'Alice wondered, not doubting that the question was original and all her own. 'Is it life to spend your time imagining things that aren't so, and never will be? Beautiful things happen to other people; why should I be the only one they never can happen to?

Really, nobody knows whether the world is realistic or fantastic, that is to say, whether the world is a natural process or whether it is a kind of dream, a dream that we may or may not share with others.

Intelligence has little to do with poetry. Poetry springs from something deeper; it's beyond intelligence. It may not even be linked with wisdom. It's a thing of its own; it has a nature of its own. Undefinable.

Myth is at the beginning of literature, and also at its end.

The reader accepts anything, no? Even the starkest nonsense.

Every man should be capable of all ideas and I understand that in the future this will be the case.

The main hero of this culture is a criminal, a murderer. The crime story is the only contemporary narrative that is able to capture the collective imagination... The outlaw is truly sovereign and even sacred because he or she represents not (ordinary) life but death in a society for which death is the absolute master... Of course, such killers who kill only to become sovereign and maybe even sacral are rare (mostly to be found in Dostoyevsky's novels).

Cette histoire est vraie puisque je l'ai inventée.

Space is like one's mind.... infinite

A book ... should resemble a tranquil lake, in whose glassy surface the varied wonders of the earth and sky are faithfully imaged.