Quotes About Imagination

You just rode a flying camel through a sky full of ghosts," Seth said.

No mythology or religion that I know of holds all the answers. Most religions are based on truths, but they are also polluted by the philosophies and imaginations of men.

Enough to feed an army for a year." "Or two satyrs for a month," Newel said.

We walked through night until there was a poem.

Siempre estaba dispuesta a retirarse al mundo imaginario que creaban los buenos autores.

Continua a sognare, Agnes Browne! Per il bene di tutti, continua a sognare!

And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. this relationship will probably lead to nothing... this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea...

when I look over at Luis in one brief flashing moment his head looks like a talking vagina and it scares the bejesus out of me...

Adjust my dreams for me.

How do I know you're not crazy? she asks. How do I know you're not the craziest dude I've ever met? You'll have to test me out. You have my info, she says. I'll think about it. Rain, I say. That's not your real name. Does it matter? Well, it makes me wonder what else isn't real. That's because you're a writer, she says. That's because you make things up for a living. And? And-- she shrugs--I've noticed that writers tend to worry about things like that.

I suddenly thought again: as a writer, you're always hearing things that aren't there.

Tim glances over at me and I avert my gaze and an imagined sense of imposed peace washes calmly over the two of us, answering my question.

Walking with Debbie, our sunglasses on, I suddenly felt I was a model in a commercial, we were a couple in a travelogue who barely knew each other, which led to the notion that I was actually begin watched, that everyone was looking at me, whether they were or not, or that someone hidden, from a vantage point I couldn't see, was monitoring my movements.

This is my reality. Everything outside of this is like some movie I once saw.

Me mira fijamente, y la mirada que le devuelvo es el principio de todo, y me imagino el futuro: ¿Por qué me odias?, imagino que dice la voz angustiada de una chica. ¿Qué te he hecho?, imagino que grita otra persona.

It's hard being quiet when one's imagination is so loud

I've seen things you wouldn't believe, and I believe in things you can't see.

the face of severe trauma, the brain could conjure entire worlds that didn't exist as a way of blocking out reality. Hallucinations of people and places. Delusions that the mind refused to give up.

In the face of severe trauma, the brain could conjure entire worlds that didn't exist as a way of blocking out reality. Hallucinations of people and places. Delusions that the mind refused to give up.

When I was a girl, the only thing I wanted to do was write books that would take me around the world. I guess when the place where you are doesn't feel like home, you always want to be somewhere else.

Sometimes she wondered if most writers were really just children who'd never grown up.

Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.

In the far reaches of an infinite cosmos, there's a galaxy that looks just like the Milky Way, with a solar system that's the spitting image of ours, with a planet that's a dead ringer for earth, with a house that's indistinguishable from yours, inhabited by someone who looks just like you, who is right now reading this very book and imagining you, in a distant galaxy, just reaching the end of this sentence.

The universe is our picture. Only the immature imagine the cosmos to be what they think it is.