Quotes About Imagination

Okay, this is formally beyond fiction." Sherri began rocking on the bed. She laughed uncomfortably. "Is there a category beyond fiction? Science fiction? Fantasy? No, what you just described is beyond that. What's after fantasy?" "A cigarette and a restraining order," Curt said.

If this is so, then the distinction between scientists, poets, painters, and writers is not clear. In fact, it is possible that scientists, poets, painters, and writers are all members of the same family of people whose gift it is by nature to take those things which we call commonplace and to re-present them to us in such ways that our self-imposed limitations are expanded. Those people in whom this gift is especially pronounced, we call geniuses.

The challenge to each human is creation.

True poetry is a function of awakening. It awakens us, but it must retain the memory of previous dreams.

Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.

Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life.... Poets will help us to find this living childhood within us, this permanent, durable immobile world.

Words ... are little houses, each with its cellar and garret.

The space we love is unwilling to remain permanently enclosed. It deploys and appears to move elsewhere without difficulty; into other times, and on different planes of dream and memory.

How hard is the destiny of a maker of books! He has to cut and sew up in order to make ideas follow logically. But when one writes a book on reverie, has the time not come to let the pen run, to let reverie speak, and better yet to dream the reverie at the same time one believes he is transcribing it?

The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.

Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child's world and thus a world event.

I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

When the image is new, the world is new.

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.

We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

We must listen to poets.

Daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.

If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.

The poetic image […] is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes.

Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child's world and thus a world event

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

Our dreams are meant to come true, you know. What would be the purpose of dreaming if we could not fulfill our dreams?

I don't believe in such a thing as the criminal mind. Everyone's mind is criminal; we're all capable of criminal fantasies and thoughts.