Quotes About Imagination

God creates; I do not create. I assemble and I steal everywhere to do it--from what I see, from what the dancers can do, from what others can do.

God creates, I do not create. I assemble and I steal everywhere to do it – from what I see, from what the dancers can do, from what others do...

Your eyes is camera and your brain is a file cabinet.

We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.

If you want to live your life in a creative way, as an artist, you have to not look back too much.

That neither our thoughts, nor passions, nor ideas formed by the imagination, exist without the mind, is what every body will allow.

What the world calls originality is only an unaccustomed method of tickling it.

You see things as they are and ask, 'Why' I dream things as they never were and ask, 'Why not'

You see things; you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?

Drifting off to sleep, I imagined a spark from the comet floating down, down like a mote of stardust, to land inside my father, where, settling in his belly, it rekindled the long-forgotten dreams and ambitions of his youth. I saw his white shirt glowing yellow in the moonlight, flames shooting from his fingertips, like he was a man set on fire.

Literature is a drug.

Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that.

We have watered our horses in Helicon.

For me, fantasy must be about something, otherwise it's foolishness... ultimately it must be about human beings, it must be about the human condition, it must be another look at infinity, it must be another way of seeing the paradox of existence.

Fear is and has always been dead. It's how we picture it that makes fear come to life.

Play is the beginning of knowledge.

The whole cosmos is in a man's brains—as much of it, at least, as a man's brains will hold; perhaps it is nowhere else. And when sleep relaxes the will, and there are no earthly surroundings to distract attention—no duty, pain, or pleasure to compel it—riderless Fancy takes the bit in its teeth, and the whole cosmos goes mad and has its wild will of us.

I am never without some tune running in my head—never for a moment; not that I am always aware of it; existence would be insupportable if I were. What part of my brain sings it, or rather in what part of my brain it sings itself, I cannot imagine—probably in some useless corner full of cobwebs and lumber that is fit for nothing else.

Was this his face, and these the finding eyes That plucked a new world from the rolling seas?

Childhood is frequently a solemn business for those inside it.

Poetry is a mere drug, Sir.

From Adam Smith's pin factory to Moore's Law of microchips, the division of labor drives the extension of the market, not the other way around. Supply creates its own demand through the proliferation of goods and services down the curves of learning, entropy, and imagination.

Hi. And what kind of screwed-up beastie would you be?

His voice matched him, deep and slightly raspy. If dragons existed and could talk, they would sound just like him.