Quotes About Imagination

ART is life, let's tattoo the world with art.

You're only as good as your morgue... An artist is only as good as their morgue. When I say morgue, I'm talking about the artist's visual library of references.

don't have nightmares," Muriel said. "I give them to other people.

If you don't write your books, there will be graveyards full of children. (LDStorymakers Conference, May 2015)

Seth rolled off the beanbag and stood up. "What's he like?" "He's smart," Kendra said. "He said I'm fairykind." Seth cocked his head. "Very kind?" "Fairy . . . kind. The fairies shared their magic with me." "Are

Can I take him to my room?" Eve asked. "He's not a doll," Seth told her. "Don't dress him up." Eve made a face. "Why would I do that? I'd rather find a little ax and see how he does against a mouse.

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was one thing to snuggle a little when the world seemed about to end, and quite another to explain to her parents that she wanted to date an ancient magical horse.

I don't have nightmares," Muriel said. "I give them to other people.

If we're attacked by corn dogs," Jeanine said with a straight face, "our enemies will be doomed.

brighter shades of blue and red than he had ever seen. The

The last thing we need is a giant magical cow running around loose. It could be total mayhem.

Brandon Mull

Remember how worried you were when we dropped you off?" Mom said as she buckled her seatbelt. "I bet it wasn't half as scary as you imagined." Kendra and Seth shared a very special look.

And my dreams of adventure are complete," Sidekick said. "I'm luggage.

planet, which happened to be a simulacrum of the planet.

Ready to start summer school?" he asked. "If it means we get to see cool monsters, absolutely," Seth replied.

An unread book does nobody any good. Stories happen in the mind of a reader, not among symbols printed on a page.

The only thing that would make her jealous would be if I led a parade riding a unicorn while ballerinas sang love songs.

Ah, the outdoors,' Shallan said. 'I visited that mythical place once.

This is going to take a while. I'm a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.

People need stories, child. They bring us hope, and that hope is real. If that's the case, what does it matter whether people in them actually lived?

Personally, I say, "Out of the frying pan and into the deadly pit filled with sharks who are wielding chainsaws with killer kittens stapled to them." However, that one's having a rough time catching on.

One can believe in a story without believing it happened.