Quotes About Imagination

A mathematician, like a painter or poet, is a maker of patterns. If his patterns are more permanent than theirs, it is because they are made with ideas.

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds

What a glorious garden of wonders the lights of Broadway would be to anyone lucky enough to be unable to read.

The maester had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did. He understood the way that you could fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

You can declare at the very start that it's impossible to write a novel nowadays, but then, behind your back, so to speak, give birth to a whopper, a novel to end all novels.

Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.

l'imagination m'apportait des délices infinies. En recouvrant ce que les hommes appellent la raison, faudra-t-il regretter de les avoir perdues...? My imagination gave me infinite delight. In recovering what men call reason, do I have to regret the loss of these joys?...

Gérard de Nerval

épanchement du songe dans la vie réelle",

EL SUEÑO es una segunda vida.

Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary all the same.

As a child I was a great liar. Fortunately my mother liked my lies. I promised her marvelous things.

I have noticed that the bravest are the ones most lacking in imagination and sensitivity. This is understandable. If life had not already accustomed the men in the front lines to resignation and the passive obedience of the humble, they would run away. And if those defending the front were highly strung intellectuals, the war would soon become impossible.

It was as though the world had had a fresh coat of paint, and every heart acquired a store of illusions that made the burden of life less hard to bear.

Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.

It always amuses me that the biggest praise for my work comes for the imagination, while the truth is that there's not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality. The problem is that Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.

Perhaps we only imagine we deserve rhythms, once lived by rhythms, when all there ever was was moments. Separate. Distinct. Like beads on a string. Except that there is no string. Or the string has broken and the beads run about all over the floor.

Con?tiin?a e spa?iul fic?ional în care r?ul f?cut altuia este imaginat analogic ca r?u suferit pe cont propriu.

Binef?c?torii omenirii sunt cei care au imagina?ia r?ului altuia prin har,f?r? nevoia prealabil? a experiment?rii lui pe propria lui piele.

Already we mistrust wakefulness; if we are dreaming, then let us dream, until our dream convinces us.

Tutto fu ambito e tutto fu tentato. Quel che non fu fatto io lo sognai e tanto era l'ardore che il sogno eguagliò l'atto.

I watch him up on the screen as I hold his hand in the audience, and I think that everything in life is kind of unreal, isn't it? And then I'm thinking - is it so impossible to imagine or believe? - that a man and a woman can find happiness together for a little while, which, after all, is all that we have. All anyone has. I think it can happen.

Why is any one book different from any other book? They are different, A.J. decides, because they are. We have to look inside many. We have to believe. We agree to be disappointed sometimes so that we can be exhilarated every now and again.