Quotes About Imagination

Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork? Yep. Is he carrying the moon on his pitchfork? Nope it's a pie.

I dreamed that Curran and I killed a dinosaur and then had sex in the dirt.

I tried to picture a female version of Jim and got Jim in a dress instead. The image was disturbing.

I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. Stay here. Guard the car. Saiman shut the door. Is the sword sentient? No. But I like to pretend it is.

Andrea: ....I think a dog is a great idea. I just never pictured you with a mutant poodle." Kate: "He isn't a poodle. He's a Doberman mix. Andrea: "Aha. Keep telling yourself that.

Her imagination painted Georgie twenty years later, sitting in leg irons before some Broken psychiatrist. Well, you see, it all started with bubbles...

You don't return your phone calls." The vampire leaned forward, tapping my doodle with a scimitar claw. "Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?" "Yep." "Is he carrying the moon on his pitchfork?" "No, it's a pie. What can I do for Atlanta's premier Master of the Dead?

It became known that I had a rather fertile imagination, when it came to private activities. She stared. What sort of private activities? This time he did smile, and it turned his face wicked. Disrobe, and I'll be happy to demonstrate.

Because that's what it would catch in the wild, a boar, right? I can't wait to see a pack of bunnycats take down a wild hog with those short tiny legs. Wouldn't the boar be surprised? Everybody was a comedian. May be if I oink loud enough, it'll leap across the beam and try to devour me.

It's not an abomination. It's a bunnycat.

So, regarding that tidbit about your having a fertile imagination when it comes to private activities, she said, fighting off anxiety. Was it another lie? Depends on how you look at it. It's not exactly a lie, and if you come with me to the Weird, you'll find that rumors of my 'creativity' when it comes to bed games with the opposite sex do exist. I started them myself and managed them very carefully. The trick with rumors is to feed them once in a while, so they don't die.

You're letting him get to you. You're like a walking mythological encyclopedia, Kate. You pull random mystical crap out of your head and figure out that a giant monster nobody has seen on the face of the planet for three thousand years is allergic to hedgehogs and then you find a cute hedgehog and stab the monster in the eye with it." "Where do you even get this shit?

Rose pictured him standing at the boundary of the Ogletree house in that enormous fur cape, with a giant sword sticking over his shoulder, roaring at the top of his lungs and then being upset that nobody came out, and laughed.

The Dude just pounded his way in a straight line, convinced that the lion was a figment of his imagination and that the vampire ahead of him was just Grendel's deformed mutant brother.

If he ever frosted his hair blue, he'd look like a gas burner.

I can't wait to see a pack of bunnycats take down a wild hog with those short tiny legs. Wouldn't the boar be surprised?

I'm in a Disney movie. - Augustine

Have you ever heard of Arthur C. Clarke's third law of prediction? It states that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Take a smart phone and hand it to an ancient Roman. He'll think it's a magic window into the world of the gods and that the Beyoncé video playing on it is showing him Venus.

She pictured him exploding into bloody mist. No. Too quick.

Did you hear that? a woman asked. I crouched behind the growth. No. No, you didn't hear anything. Don't mind me, I'm not hiding the corpse of a nasty creature behind your flower bed. Nope. Nothing here but cute, fluffy bunnies scampering adorably into the night...

Did you blow up a kraken? Maybe. He laughed into the phone.

It was the kind of sky that called space pirates to their ships.

Sometimes it helps to live through it," I told her. "Find a time when nobody will bother you, and imagine it. Imagine the worst-case scenario in as much detail as you can manage. Let yourself live through it; feel the fear, feel the pain. It's a terrible thing to put yourself through, but once it's done, the anxiety goes away. It never disappears completely, but it leaves you alone enough so you can function.

Small talk with the dragon. How are you? Eaten any adventurers lately? Sure, just had one this morning. Look, I still got his femur stuck in my teeth. Is that upsetting to you?