Quotes About Imagination

The Baron went on doing magic things. Half the notebook was filled with Baron Von Himmlen. It made me feel good to write about the Baron. A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating living your life without a man like him around.

I write fiction. What's fiction ?? Fiction is an improvement on life.

it seemed less real, and that was what was needed.

when we were kids there was a strange house all the shades were always drawn and we never heard voices in there and the yard was full of bamboo and we liked to play in the bamboo pretend we were Tarzan (although

Hai visto che occhiÈ malato. - È malato di sogni. Siamo tutti malati di sogni. Ecco perchè siamo qui.

Give a man four walls long enough and it is possible for him to own the world.

The best part of a writer is on paper. The other part was usually nonsense.

and I can still write a poem (sometimes), don't forget that, and even if they don't pay off, it's better than waiting for death and oil

the points somewhat resemble those goldfish-shaped cocktail crackers.

Your words create images and eventually you will live out the reality of that image.

Let me paraphrase what Paul said in 2 Corinthians 4:18: If you don't get rid of that image of looking at the seen, and produce another image inside you, then the afflictions of life will not work in you an eternal weight of glory. But they will, if you're looking at the things that are not seen.

Some authors say they write to keep from going insane. I say,why limit yourself?

If I had my life to live over again, I would make it a rule to read some poetry, listen to some music, and see some painting or drawing at least once a week, for perhaps the part of my brain now atrophied would then have been kept alive through life. The loss of these tastes is a loss of happiness.

The imagination is one of the highest prerogatives of man.

On the other hand, novels which are works of the imagination, though not of a very high order, have been for years a wonderful relief and pleasure to me, and I often bless all novelists. A surprising number have been read aloud to me, and I like all if moderately good, and if they do not end unhappily—against which a law ought to be passed.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

We select and set aside as literature that which is original, the product of what we call genius.

Do I like being alone so much? Yes—sometimes! Nonsense! I like it very well. So delightful to shut one's eyes and recite aloud without fear of being overheard, or dream golden dreams without the dread of being disturbed; or better still, write page after page with none to cry "Put down that pen before you kill yourself" or read some favorite author as long as one chooses, without having the extinguisher placed over the candle as a night cap.

Days of yore when America was no more than a strip of land stretching a couple hundred miles west of the Atlantic and the rest was just a very compelling idea.

She draws a long deep breath and hums a bit of "Sunflower Slow Drag," her fingers twitching to press imaginary keys. Soon she falls asleep.

An imaginary planet has a role like a clown in a Shakespeare play. Every so often an audience needs a breather, a fresh view. Other planets provide that. But every time I write about another planet it is deliberately so unrealistic that people can't really believe it. In a way it makes our own planet more important, more real."66

How do you know that? Have you been there to see? And if you had been there to see, and had seen none, that would not prove that there were none ... And no one has a right to say that no water babies exist till they have seen no water babies existing, which is quite a different thing, mind, from not seeing water babies.

Am I in earnest? Oh dear no! Don't you know that this is a fairy tale, and all fun and pretence; and that you are not to believe one word of it, even if it is true?

Lawyers, I suppose were once children.