Quotes About Imagination

No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world.

When I was a little boy, they called me a liar, but now that I'm a grown up, they call me a writer.

Kafka believed in the golem, and even that the future might well bring another one.

The main thing is, the audience should be curious to know what's going to happen next.

Reading is like looking through several windows which open to an infinite landscape....For me life without reading would be like being in prison, it would be as if my spirit were in a straightjacket; life would be a very dark and narrow place.

She never imagined a scenario in which her love was not returned with the same depth of feeling, for to her it was impossible to believe that a love of such magnitude could have stunned only her. The most elementary logic and justice indicated that somewhere in the city he was suffering the same delicious torment.

As I travel through life, I gather experiences that lie imprinted on the deepest strata of memory, and there they ferment, are transformed, and sometimes rise to the surface and sprout like strange plants from other worlds. What is the fertile humus of the subconscious composed of? Why are certain images converted into recurrent themes in nightmares or writing?

At times I felt that the universe fabricated from the power of imagination had stronger and more lasting contours than the blurred realm of the flesh-and-blood creatures around me.

If, for example, I saw my grandparents or my daughter for an instant, would I recognize them? Probably not, because in looking so hard for a way to keep them alive, remembering them in the most minimal details, I have been changing them, adorning them with qualities they may not have had. I have given them a destiny much more complex than the ones they lived.

De la quietud nace la inspiración y del movimiento surge la creatividad.

She entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness.

Me resulta complicado escribir sobre mi vida, porque no sè cuánto recuerdo y cuánto es producto de mi imaginación;la estricta verdad puede ser tediosa y por eso, sin darme ni cuenta, la cambio o la exagero, pero me he propuesto corregir ese defecto y mentir lo menos posible en el futuro.

Words are free, she used to say, and she appropriated them; they were all hers. She sowed in my mind the idea that reality is not only what we see on the surface; it has a magical dimension as well and, if we so desire, it is legitimate to enhance it and color it to make our journey through life less trying.

The house was a vast labyrinth of books. Volumes were stacked from floor to ceiling on every wall, dark, crackling, redolent of leather bindings, smooth to the touch, with their gold titles and translucent gilt-edged pages and delicate typography.

Detente, sombra de mi amor esquivo, imagen del hechizo que más quiero, bella ilusión por quien alegre muero, dulce ficción por quien penosa vivo.   SOR JUANA INÉS DE LA CRUZ

Al nacer Rosa era blanca, lisa, sin arrugas, como una muñeca de loza, con el cabello verde y los ojos amarillos, la criatura más hermosa que había nacido en la tierra desde los tiempos de pecado original.

Las palabras son gratis, decía y se las apropiaba, todas eran suyas. ella sembró en mi cabeza la idea de que la realidad no es sólo como se percibe en la superficie, también tiene una dimensión mágica y, si a uno se le antoja, es legítimo esagerarla y ponerle color para que el tránsito por esta vida no resulte tan aburrido. --Eva Luna

Awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could...when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink.

Tal vez la vejez es otro comienzo, tal vez se pueda volver al tiempo mágico de la infancia, ese tiempo anterior al pensamiento lineal y a los prejuicios, cuando percibía el universo con los sentidos exaltados de un demente y era libre para creer lo increíble y explorar mundos que después, en la época de la razón, desaparecieron.

Fue lectora voraz desde muy corta edad, con los peligros que esa costumbre conlleva.

The writer and the dreamer have so much in common: They can't control the plot, they are always part of the story or the dream.

An invisible border arose between the parts of the house occupied by Esteban Trueba and those occupied by his wife. In response to Clara's imagination and the requirements of the moment, the noble, seigniorial architecture began sprouting all sorts of extra little rooms, staircases, turrets, and terraces...the big house on the corner soon came to resemble a labyrinth.

Word by word I have created the person I am and the invented country in which I live.

I had a serious library at my disposal, because my Popo believed that culture entered by osmosis and it was better to start early, but my favorite books were fairy tales.