Quotes About Imagination

Play allows us to develop alternatives to violence and despair....

A book is a little thing that is bigger on the inside, and makes the reader bigger inside as well, a Tardis of ink and glue and paper and words.

you fantasize too much. It will make you dream. Dreams will turn to hopes. Hopes will turn to longing. Longing will turn to despair. Despair will turn to laughter. And laughter will get you in trouble.

Susan took a sheet of paper and pinned it to the fridge door amongst all the other kids' pictures: frogs, princesses, unicorns, dragons, and monster trucks. All of which looked as if they'd been done during Picasso's Off His Face period. The new one was some sort of dinosaur/

But there was a difference between being bright and possessing those sparks of ideas that lead to original thought.

You try to fill up your time with trying to think about other things: what you're going to do on the weekend or about your family. You have to use your imagination. If you don't have a very good one and you bore easily, you're in trouble. Just to fill in time, I write real bad poetry or letters to myself and to other people and never mail them. The letters are fantasies, sort of rambling, how I feel, how depressed I am.

She had everything in there snow white. And that means work, believe me. In the dining room she had a blue set, she had sky-blue chairs. They had a bedroom with pink and blue. I look and say, "I know what this means." It means sho' 'nough — knees.

In our dreams we have seen another world, an honest world, a world decidedly more fair than the one in which we now live. We saw that in this world there was no need for armies; peace, justice and liberty were so common that no one talked about them as far-off concepts, but as things such as bread, birds, air, water, like book and voice.

il domani potrà albeggiare solo con una certa dose di delirio e di follia.

It's stupid, really," I began again. "But it was this thing I read someplace, and it really got to me. It said that a dictionary is every book ever written and every book that will be written, just in a different order. And it seemed magical. You could own every book just by owning one book. I loved that. And I just had to have it,

And most, like me, were drawn to the miracle of the blank page and how, when seeded with letters, it blossomed into words and sentences and paragraphs and stories.

Vivimo en un mundo que no sólo es más extraño de lo que pensamos, sino más extraño de lo que podemos pensar." Sir James Hopwood Jeans

debo reconocer que algo en la línea de "he sentido pasar sobre mí el viento del ala de la locura" de Baudelaire se acerca bastante a lo que tengo en mente

Jess went into the loo at the far end, locked herself in, sat down, and dropped her head into her hands. She imagined the sight that must have greeted Mr. Powell when he made his unexpected return to his office. A huge brown stain on his carpet, plus several small red ones (from the pasta). Two socks, one containing pasta and one soaked with brown liquid, lying on the floor. Two shoes, probably smelly, just kicked off anywhere.

I think there must be a place inside of us where dreams go and wait their turn.

Gradually it occurred to me that we spend a great deal of life asleep and that dreams are little narratives, little stories. I thought, 'Who's choreographing this stuff?'

You gotta imagine what's never been.

If you have lost touch with your dreams and desires, a good way to retrieve them is to remember what you dreamed of doing and being as a kid.

When I was twelve years old I conjured up for myself a marvelous trinity: God the Father, God the Son, and God the Devil. My deduction was that God, thinking himself, created the second person of the godhead, but that to be able to think himself he had to think his opposite, and thus had to create it.—That is how I began to philosophize.

Sue Stauffacher

To me then, at the age of eleven, Santa Clause was a bit like God, all-seeing, all-knowing, but without the lousy things that God allows to happen: earthquakes, famines, motorway crashes.

Pauline: "All under-fives are mad Adrian, you used to talk to the moon. You invited it to your birthday party and cried when it didn't turn up." George: "When it went dark and the moon came up, you ran outside and threw a sausage roll at it!

The machine will grind you down, but the machine is not bigger than the imagination. Rome fell in a day. We know this.

if you are not a myth whose reality are you? If you are not a reality whose myth are you?