Quotes About Imagination

Unburdened by any medical knowledge, what would they think of Karen's strange ramblings? The answer came quickly enough. They would think she was making it up. What an imagination, they would say. And if it all went a stage further? Would they see this as genuine derangement, as he had done? Probably not. They would say she'd been watching too much telly. Or eating cheese before bedtime.

Achieving the impossible requires that you outwit your voice of reason and access the whimsical part of your nature that inherently delights in the possibilities of the imagination.

Allie's eyes followed him as he walked away. He filled out those jeans really well and she could imagine what that tight butt would look like with nothing on it at all. Good lord, she had to get a grip.

The old blue swing looked lonely, like it was waiting to tell stories, and it could sure enough tell a lot.

All dreams can be a source of light...but some are especially radiant. They linger and continue to shine with all they have to reveal.

The young sleuth smiled to herself. "I wish that phantom boat would appear! I'd like to know what it looks like.

Nancy zipped across the street and into a photocopy shop. "Hi. I want you to blow something up," she said to the clerk. "This is a copy shop, not a terrorist headquarters," said the young man behind the counter. Then he laughed with his entire thin body. "I never get tired of that joke," he said.

Poems, to me, do not come from ideas, they come from a series of images that you tuck away in the back of your brain. Little photographic snapshots. Then you get the major vision of the poem, which is like a giant magnet to which all these disparate little impressions fly and adhere, and there is the poem!

how do you like children?" "Wrapped up in twine and tied to a tree

I don't want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.

Because all Robin Hood stories are fanfiction. Robin Hood started out as fanfiction and has never been anything else.

You mean like some kind of A Midsummer Night's Dream shtick? For real?

Fantasy is one of the best mediums for telling two stories (if not more!) at once. They layer on one another: reality and make-believe, life and myth, perception and fact.

It's normal to dream about anything at all. It's not normal to dream someone else's dreams. -Arthur Mentis

And what about Cat People?" Hey, that was what I'd have said. "That's different," Marty said petulantly. "That was, you know, made-up.

The thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.

But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music.

Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.

The writer by nature of his profession is a dreamer and a conscious dreamer. He must imagine, and imagination takes humility, love and great courage. How can you create a character without live and the struggle that goes with love?

Jake had begun to carry chalk in his pockets, also. He wrote brief sentences. He tried to word them so that a man would think.

It was the year Frankie thought about the world. And she did not see it as a round school globe, with the countries neat and different-colored. She thought of the world as huge and cracked and loose and turning a thousand miles an hour.

Son, do you know how love should be begun? The boy sat small and listening and still. Slowly he shook his head. The old man leaned closer and whispered: A tree. A rock. A cloud.

It was like that kid had been born knowing how to read. He was only in the second grade but he loved to read stories by himself - and he never asked anybody else to read to him.

The writer is by nature a dreamer - a conscious dreamer.