Quotes About Imagination

I love books. They're like a piece of my life I haven't lived yet.

Stop looking at what you can't do and look ahead, to your safe landing. Visualize it.

Words are such fun!

Having words opened up a world of possibilities for Martha.

You shouldn't imagine things that you haven't a shred of proof happened...

the world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper," a quote by W. B. Yeats

Dream of sweet tomorrows.

what you can still dream about is often sweeter than the reality.

I don't see how you can live in a black and white world without becoming…uncreative. You can't make anything new. Everything already is what it is.

Everything beautiful has a story it

The best fiction is history

Is reality exhausted by what is, or does it leave room for all that could be?

How we remember the past constrains the possibilities we consider for the future.

Most writing doesn't take place on the page; it takes place in your head.

Once words and thoughts are poured into them, books are no longer just paper and ink and glue: They take on a kind of human vitality.

I loved wandering around the bookshelves, scanning the spines until something happened to catch my eye. Those visits were dreamy, frictionless interludes that promised I would leave richer than I arrived. It wasn't like going to a store with my mom, which guaranteed a tug-of-war between what I wanted and what my mother was willing to buy me; in the library I could have anything I wanted.

A book feels like a thing alive in this moment, and also on a continuum, from the moment the thoughts about it first percolated in the writers mind to the moment it sprang off the printing press - a lifeline that continues as someone sits with it and marvels over it. Once words and thoughts are poured into them, books are no longer just paper and ink and glue: they take on a kind of human vitality. The poet Milton called this quality in books "the potency of life.

I wanted to have my books around me, forming a totem pole of the narratives I'd visited.

There are a lot of surprising things in the library; a lot of things you don't think of when you try to imagine all of what a library might contain.

I wanted to believe what I was learning about Harry, but the more I heard, the more his life seemed like a series of tall tales, conjured scenes full of wishful thinking. I came to believe that it was quite unlikely that Burt Reynolds had ever met Harry Peak at all.

A book feels like a thing alive in this moment, and also alive on a continuum, from the moment the thoughts about it first percolated in the writer's mind to the moment it sprang off the printing press—a lifeline that continues as someone sits with it and marvels over it, and it continues on, time after time after time. Once words and thoughts are poured into them, books are no longer just paper and ink and glue: They take on a kind of human vitality.

they also believed that you read a book for the experience of reading it. You didn't read it in order to have an object that had to be housed and looked after forever, a memento of the purpose for which it was obtained. The reading of the book was a journey. There was no need for souvenirs.

At this point I realized it was just as well that I never saw a ghost orchid, so that it could never disappoint me, and so it would remain forever something I wanted to see.

Our visits to the library were never long enough for me. The place was so bountiful. I loved wandering around the bookshelves, scanning the spines until something happened to catch my eye. Those visits were dreamy, frictionless interludes that promised I would leave richer than I arrived.