Quotes About Imagination

Began another big one, more abstract, written from the bathtub:

you don't want to live just one life, which could be typed, which could be tossed off in a thumbnail sketch = "She was the sort of girl …." And end in 25 words or less. You want to live as many lives as you can …

She personifies the word cute. She is Cinderella and Wendy and Snow White.

For me," she wrote, "poetry is an evasion from the real job of writing prose." Throughout

It is quite conversational sounding in spite of the elaborate 7-line pentameter stanzas rhyming ababcbc and is more ambitious than anything I've ever done, although I feel to be doing it like a patchwork quilt, without anything more than the general idea it should come out a rectangular shape, but not seeing how the logical varicolored pieces should fit.

Czytanie ksi??ek to najpi?kniejsza zabawa, jak? sobie ludzko?? wymy?li?a.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn.

Tu mente es la mayor guionista de «culebrones» de la historia: se inventa relatos increíbles, generalmente basadas en dramas y desastres, de situaciones que jamás han ocurrido y probablemente nunca ocurrirán. Mark Twain lo dijo de la mejor forma: «He tenido miles de problemas en mi vida, la mayoría de los cuales nunca sucedieron en realidad».

He tenido miles de problemas en mi vida, la mayoría de los cuales nunca sucedieron en realidad».

waited for the flash of green, which I have never seen but some people say exists.

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.

When we talk about Poetry, with a capital P, we are apt to think only of the more intense emotions or the more magical phrase: nevertheless there are a great many casements in poetry which are not magic, and which do not open on the foam of perilous seas, but are perfectly good windows for all that.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality.

One step toward increasing our will toward creative success is learning to distinguish fantasy from desire.

In May, anything seemed possible. If only I could learn to harness time itself. To make every month like May! Or, perhaps, to live backward in time, so that whenever the end of the month arrived, I could turn May right around and live it all over again.

New ideas can be tasty, maybe even satisfying. But what I really want to taste is a nice big tray of pastries, warm and sweet, right out of the oven. —From

Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

For you know only a heap of broken images

And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And a hundred visions and revisions

The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.

Everyone's alone—or so it seems to me. They make noises, and think they are talking to each other; They make faces, and think they understand each other, And I'm sure they don't. Is that delusion? Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations?

What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation.

Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown, Lilac and brown hair;

But that we had merely made use of each other Each for his purpose. That's horrible. Can we only love Something created by our own imagination?