Quotes About Imagination

How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter, found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a child. Centuries ago there lived -- A king! my little readers will say immediately. No, children, you are mistaken. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood.

Io, Bologna, non l'ho mai vista. Ma la conosco bene, anche se probabilmente è una città tutta mia. È una città grande: almeno tre ore.

Al-most-blue...con due pause in mezzo, due respiri sospesi da cui si capisce, si sente che sta tenendo gli occhi chiusi. Per questo mi piace Almost blue. Perchè è una canzone che si canta ad occhi chiusi.

There is no beginning, the beginning is only in your thought.

We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

Keep your dreams, you never know when you might need them.

The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.

Conserva tus sueños, nunca sabes cuando te harán falta.

Literature, at least good literature, is science tempered with the blood of art. Like architecture or music.

Pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente se abre camino hasta su corazón. Aquellas primeras imágenes, el eco de esas palabras que creemos haber dejado atrás, nos acompañan toda la vida y esconden un palacio en nuestra memoria al que, tarde o temprano –no importa cuántos libros leamos, cuántos mundos descubramos, cuánto aprendamos u olvidemos–, vamos a regresar.

Cada libro, cada tomo que ves, tiene alma. El alma de quién lo escribió, y el alma de quiénes lo leyeron y vivieron y soñaron con él. Cada vez que un libro cambia de manos, cada vez que alguien desliza la mirada por sus páginas, su espíritu crece y se hace fuerte.

Keep your dreams, you will never know when you need them

Los libros son espejos: sólo se ve en ellos lo que uno ya lleva dentro

In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.

I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

Los artistas viven en el futuro o en el pasado; nunca en el presente. Germán vive de recuerdos. Es todo cuanto tiene

His soul is in his stories. I once asked him who inspired him to create his characters, and his answer was no one. That all his characters were himself.

As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadows.

Books hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human.

He lost himself in the words and images conjured in his mind and for a while forgot ... He found himself flying among stars and planets ...

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for human beings. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

Stories have no beginning and no end, only doors through which one may enter them.

I was secretly convinced that with such a marvel one would be able to write anything, from novels to encyclopedias, and letters whose supernatural power would surpass any postal limitations--a letter written with that pen would reach the most remote corners of the world, even that unknowable place to which my father said my mother had gone and from where she would never return.

Como ladrón no valía un céntimo, pero como mentiroso debo confesar que siempre fui un artista.