Quotes About Imagination

I hadn't had a book in my hands for four months, and the mere idea of a book where I could see words printed one after another, lines, pages, leaves, a book in which I could pursue new, different, fresh thoughts to divert me, could take them into my brain, had something both intoxicating and stupefying about it.

That's what art is: escaping everyday normality, which wants to eat you alive.

L'arte è questo: scappare dalla normalità che ti vuole mangiare.

Se i tempi non chiedono la tua parte migliore, inventa altri tempi

Invento i libri e racconto di averli letti. Fingo così bene e li rigiro nel cervello così a lungo che forse a quel punto potrei anche scriverli. Ma fantasticare è piacevole, scrivere è faticoso.

One way we can enliven the imagination is to push it toward the illogical. We're not scientists. We don't always have to make the logical, reasonable leap.

Imagination seems to be a glory and a misery, a blessing and a curse. Adam, to his sorrow, lacked it. Eve, to her sorrow, possessed it. Had both been blessed -- or cursed -- with it, there would have been much keener competition for the apple.

The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them.

There were so few clouds in the sky that when the sun went down it found no canvas on which to paint its picture.

There are some people who can never see a little cloud of fantasy float across the horizon of their dreams without building a heavy castle in the air upon it, and bringing it to earth.

Trees, skies, valleys mountains, seen through the rain-spotted windshield, were like a distorted, stippled landscape painted by a beginner who has not yet learned to wring living colour from his palette.

This is not a real book. It does not deal with real people, nor should it be read by real people. But there are in the world so many real books already written for the benefit of real people, and there are still so many to be written, that I cannot believe that a little alien book such as this, written for the magically-inclined minority, can be considered a trespasser.

The farmhouse itself no longer looked like a beast about to spring. (Not that it ever had, to her, for she was not in the habit of thinking that things looked exactly like other things which were as different from them in appearance as it was possible to be.)

She is a character in a novel who reads the other characters as characters and rewrites them as people.

Marie Laurencin.

In fact, she behaved like most of us do when in love; she never thought of her beloved as a human being at all, but only as an image upon which to drape dreams.

Ein ausverkauftes, erwartungsvoll gestimmtes Kino ist ein Erlebnis. Die Phantasien über den bevorstehenden Film bekommen Bärenkräfte. Wenn er dann wirklich spannend ist, wird die Sache unvergeßlich.

A novel is a mirror that strolls along a highway. Now it reflects the blue of the skies, now the mud puddles underfoot.

An angelfish priestess in anemone drag sat on a post and wished that she were a conch man.

When people bore me, I close my eyes and try to remember the order the Seven Dwarfs marched in. But it's not always the dwarfs I think about. Sometimes aI try to list all of the Canadian provinces.

When you can't draw chameleons and you can't draw blenders, it's a bad idea to write strips where chameleons become blenders.

On the list of things I cannot draw, wedding dresses are right there next to cars.

I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.

I looked my fill upon this corner of the sceptre'd isle; saw, as with the eye of Heaven, the flocks of sheep like clouds against the pasturage, the rapid gallop of a distant horse, the tumbled stones of ancient habitation.