Quotes About Imagination

Lucas spoke with the San Francisco Examiner: "Someday, [Lucas] predicts, every ten-year old child will be able to buy a kit and shoot a movie. 'Think what this will do to our civilization. Movies will replace the pen. Everybody is going to be making movies.

The arts are not frosting but baking soda.

Instead he created an enormous body of prose that, at its best, sings.

How often had she wondered what would have happened if she'd remained with Jonathan? Not often, but regularly over the years. It was impossible not to have imagined that rejected future, a life of many countries, of vast and enduring adventure, of tiny rooms and rental houses. It was the sense of missed opportunity that returned to her, frightening but real, overwhelmingly real.

What if?" Fick asked. "What if grasshoppers had machine guns? Birds would be fucked!

Imagination is the practice of creativity upon the mind. It is the suspension of restriction hindering one's perception. Unfolding Imagination is essential in overcoming any perceived limits of Self.

Vaste est la mer de l'ouïe autour du radeau de la vision.

So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, they throw themselves in disorder hither and yon in the vague field of imagination... And there is no mad or idle fancy that they do not bring forth in the agitation.

My life has been filled with terrible misfortune; most of which never happened.

We take our fetters with us; our freedom is not total: we still turn our gaze towards the things we have left behind; our imagination is full of them.

If I converse with a strong mind and a rough disputant, he presses upon my flanks, and pricks me right and left; his imaginations stir up mine, jealousy, glory, and contention, stimulate and raise me up to something above myself; and acquiescence is a quality altogether tedious in discourse.

My life has been full of terrible misfortunes, most of which never happened.

He who had never actually seen a river, the first time he did so took it for the ocean, since we think that the biggest things that we know represent the limits of what Nature can produce in that species.

No lo ocupamos [el pensamiento] en algún tema que lo bride y contenga, se lanza desbocado aquí y allá, por el campo difuso de las imaginaciones (Vol. I, p. 68).

I take so great a pleasure in being judged and known, that it is almost indifferent to me in which of the two forms I am so: my imagination so often contradicts and condemns itself, that 'tis all one to me if another do it, especially considering that I give his reprehension no greater authority than I choose; but I break with him, who carries himself so high, as I know of one who repents his advice, if not believed, and takes it for an affront if it be not immediately followed.

Of course I know that the twins are only words on a page, and I'm certainly not the sort of writer who talks to his characters or harbours any illusions about the creative process. But at the same time, I think it's juvenile and arrogant when literary writers compulsively remind their readers that the characters aren't real. People know that already. The challenge is to make an intelligent reader suspend disbelief, to seduce them into the reality of a narrative.

Unreality was swirling all around her like the delirious miasmas

Reading, by its very nature, is an admission of defeat, a ritual of self-humiliation: it shows that you believe other lives are more interesting than yours

oh how she wondered, what she looked like to him, in his alien innocence.

Uh-huh.' 'And even inside this car, assuming you could have a car, or some sort of vehicle, in this natural world, pulled by horses I suppose . . . It would be pitch black. And very cold, too, on a winter's night. But instead, look what we've got

Todo arte nuevo, para ser auténtico, necesita en cierta medida una... comadrona artística.

façades of the unknown city loomed up before him, harboring unimaginable wonders—his whole life had been leading up to this.

Sadism ... is a massive cultural fact that appeared precisely at the end of the eighteenth century and that constitutes one of the greatest conversions of the occidental imagination ... madness of desire, the insane delight of love and death in the limitless presumption of appetite.

Madness, in which the values of another age, another art, another morality are called into question but which also reflects - blurred and disturbed, strangely compromised by one another in a common chimera - all the forms, even the most remote, of the human imagination.