Quotes About Imagination

So many worlds, so many wonders.

only those with their feet on rock can build castles in the air.

if we wanted people to fly, we would have given them wings. You gave me wings when you showed me birds.

An imagination is a terrible thing to bring along.

Thus proving that books can teach you much, if only to give you a good name for a devilish, smart goat.

And you know what? Books live. The pages remember!

It's not staying in the same place that's the problem," said Nanny, "it's not letting your mind wander.

Where do you get your fantastic ideas from? You steal them. You steal them from reality. It outstrips fantasy most the time.

Fantasy - the ability to envisage the world in many different ways - is one of the skills that makes us human.

all men are writers, journalists scribbling within their skulls the narrative of what they see and hear[...]

For several years he hadn't moved outside a large, airy room, but this was OK, because he spent most of his time inside his own head in any case. There's a certain type of person it's very hard to imprison.

once you have a dream you've got somewhere closer to a reality.

There had been times, over the past millenium, when he'd felt like sending a message back Below saying, Look, we may as well give up right now, we might as well shut down Dis and Pandemonium and everywhere and move up here, there's nothing we can do to them that they don't do to themselves and they do things we've never even though of, often involving electrodes. They've got what we lack. They've got imagination. And electricity, of course.

Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which then invents DNA or the flute sonata form or a way of making light bulbs wear out in half the time. But most of them miss. Most people go through their lives without being hit by even one. Some people are even more unfortunate. They get them all.

This is Holy Wood. To pass the time quickly, you just film the clock hands moving fast...

To ther Hed Wizzard, Unsene Universety, Greatings, I hop you ar well, I am sending to you won Escarrina Smith, shee hath thee maekings of wizzardery but whot may be ferther dun wyth hyr I knowe not shee is a gode worker and clene about hyr person allso skilled in diuerse arts of thee howse, I will send Monies wyth hyr May you liv longe and ende youre days in pese, And oblije, Esmerelder Weatherwaxe (Mss) Wytch.

All it takes is for people to believe and I am no longer just an artefact put together by clever engineers. I am an idea, a something made of nothing, whose time has come to be. Some may even call me Goddess

It was the kind of storm that suggests the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic.

You grow up readin' about pirates and cowboys and spacemen and stuff, and jus' when you think the world's all full of amazin' things, they tell you it's really all dead whales and chopped-down forests and nucular waste hang-in' about for millions of years. 'Snot worth growin' up for, if you ask my opinion.

Your wife is a big hippo! My face is melting! My face is meltinnnnggg!

Scuse me, 'scuse me," said a voice from beside him. He looked down this time at a dirty, half-scorched cat, who grinned at him. "Did that cat just speak?" asked the mayor. Maurice looked around. "Which one?" he said. "You! Did you just talk?" "Would you feel better if I said no?" said Maurice.

People were good at imagining hells, and some they occupied while they were alive.

They want dancing girls! They want thrills! They want elephants! They want people falling off roofs! They want dreams! The world is full of little people with big dreams!

A man walked across the moors from Razorback to Lancre town without seeing a single marshlight, head-less dog, strolling tree, ghostly coach or comet, and had to be taken in by a tavern and given a drink to unsteady his nerves.