Quotes About Imagination

Just thinking "What if?" can create a huge drama in our lives.

Humans are born with the power of creation, and we are constantly creating stories with the words that we learned.

Put your attention on your dreams rather than your dramas.

The secondary characters are based on people who really exist, but everything I believe about them is a story of my own creation.

I create the character of my mother, the character of my father, the character of each of my brothers and sisters, my friends, my beloved, even my dog and my cat.

If you can imagine this, perhaps you can understand that someone from another planet who came to visit us would have a similar experience with humans. But it isn't our skin that is full of wounds. What the visitor would discover is that the human mind is sick with a disease called fear.

All humans are artists, all of us. Every symbol, every word, is a little piece of art. From my point of view, and thanks to our programming, our greatest masterpiece of art is the use of a language to create an entire virtual reality within our mind.

Our dreams are not material energy either, but we know they exist.

a writer concocts a different story for every reader.

You know what it's like to *lose* yourself in a story. We have brother and sister *souls*.

Nothing matters more than the stories we tell ourselves to explain the world.

Have you never fantasized about facing him as an equal?

The trouble is, writing the damn thing is like unscrewing your skull and pouring the contents of your brain into an empty tank. The tank has a shape, more or less - has more or less defined edges, a bottom and sides. But what it mostly has is volume: a hungry space I've somehow got to fill.

And that is the story of the boy who cried Dragon! Of course, when dragons sit around the campire at night or tuck their children into bed, they tell the story of the dragon who cried Boy!

About the only valid definition (of science fiction) that I'm willing to accept is this: all of modern, mainstream, and realistic fiction is simply a branch, a category, or a subset of science fiction.

Of course, when dragons sit around the campfire at night or tuck their children into bed, they tell the story of the dragon who cried Boy!

Kris decided to wait and see if this new Wasp was bigger than a bread box and smaller than the mythical telephone booth.

Cehalet, boÅŸ inançlar gibi sanayinin de anas?d?r. DüÅŸünce ve hayal gücü insan? hataya sürükleyebilir; ama ayak ya da eli hareket ettirme al??kanl??? bunlardan ne birini ne diÄŸerini gerektirir. Dolay?s?yla manifaktürler, en büyük geliÅŸme olanaklar?na, akla en az baÅŸvurulan yerlerde kavuÅŸur." Adam Ferguson, An Essay on the History of Civil Society

Children live in a world of dreams and imagination, a world of aliveness… There is a voice of wonder and amazement inside all of us; but we grow to realize we can no longer hear it, and we live in silence. It isn't that God stopped speaking; it is that our lives became louder.

Kocur i teraz siÄ™ wtrÄ…ciÅ': -Za to ja wyglÄ…dam jak najprawdziwsza halucynacja. ProszÄ™ zwróci? uwagÄ™ na mój profil w Å›wietle ksi??yca. - WlazÅ' w sÅ'up ksi??ycowego Å›wiatÅ'a i chciaÅ' coÅ› jeszcze doda?, ale poproszono go, ?eby siÄ™ zamknÄ…Å', wiÄ™c odparÅ': - Dobrze, dobrze, mogÄ™ milcze?! BÄ™dÄ™ milczÄ…cÄ… halucynacjÄ…. - I zamilkÅ'.

All the words he used in the beginning were gutter words. He heard them and stored them in his brain. Now, as I walk in the street, I look at dogs with secret horror. WHo knows what is hidden in their heads?

Ale nie, o nie! ??? kusiciele-mistycy, nie ma na Å›wiecie ?adnych karaibskich mórz i nie pÅ'ywajÄ… po nich odwa?ni do szaleÅ"stwa flibusterowie ani korweta nie rusza za nimi w poÅ›cig, nie Å›ciele siÄ™ ponad falami dym z dziaÅ'. Niczego takiego nie ma i nigdy nie byÅ'o!

A writer isn't a writer because he has a membership card but because he writes. How do you know what bright ideas may not be swarming in my head?

But The Master and Margarita is true to the broader sense of the novel as a freely developing form embodied in the works of Dostoevsky and Gogol, of Swift and Sterne, of Cervantes, Rabelais and Apuleius.