Quotes About Imagination

I'm convinced fear is at the root of most bad writing." Stephen King

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different era." "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

Thoughts become things. If you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand.

The Subconscious mind can not tell the difference between what's real and what's imagined.

Everything has been created twice once on a mental plain and once on a physical plain.

He was just making it up.

I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop.

I was writing, writing all the time, in my head, looking out at the world.

Dream up the kind of world you want to live in. Dream out loud.

Youth cannot imagine romance apart from youth. That is why the roles of the heroes and heroines of plays are given by the managers to the most youthful actors they can find among the competent.

Siamo il nostro ricordo, Siamo museo immaginario di mutevoli forme, Mucchio di specchi rotti. Cambridge da Elogio dell'ombra

The fact is that poetry is not the books in the library . . . Poetry is the encounter of the reader with the book, the discovery of the book.

De esta ciudad de libros hizo dueños a unos ojos sin luz

A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Through the years he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses and people. Shortly before his death, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the image of his face.

Con alivio, con humillación, con terror, comprendió que él también era una apariencia, que otro estaba soñándolo.

Uno llega a ser grande por lo que lee y no por lo que escribe.

Todos nosotros llevamos nuestra humilde vida y además llevamos otra vida, imaginaria.

El miedo existe en imaginarse las cosas malas antes que ocurran

Y quizá la única manera de producir una obra de arte perdurable sea no tomándola demasiado en serio, no dándole mayor importancia, distrayéndose un poco o, como dirían los psicólogos actuales, dejando que la subconsciencia influya

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.

In some men compassion for a woman goes beyond all conceivable limits. Their responsiveness places her in unrealizable positions, not to be found in the world, existing only in imagination, and on account of her they are jealous of the surrounding air, of the laws of nature, of the millennia that went by before her.

The greatness of a writer has nothing to do with subject matter itself, only with how much the subject matter touches the author.

As it fantasizes, poetry comes across nature. The real, living world is the only project of the imagination which has once succeeded and which still goes on being endlessly successful. Look at it continuing, moment after moment a success. It is still real, still deep, utterly absorbing. It is not something you are disappointed in next morning. It serves the poet as example, even more than a sitter or a model.