Quotes About Imagination

Everyone forgets Icarus also flew.

The notion of representing a sound by a graphic symbol is itself so stupefying a leap of the imagination that what is remarkable is not so much that it happened relatively late in human history, but that it happened at all.

I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.

All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.

and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?

I think it's a lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.

all day long wearing a hat that wasn't on my head

Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears...

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).

don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.

The unspeakable visions of the individual.

I am going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.

And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind.

That looks like a tree, let's call it a tree,' said Coyote to Earthmaker at the beginning, and they walked around the rootdrinker patting their bellies.

Does this mean that frontiers from now on are to be in the imagination?

What a horror it would have been if the world was real.

I was going to grow up to walk in sleet in fields...

And what do I think about? What thoughts do I have! - What thoughts! a whole host, multitude, and world of thoughts, I keep devising new ones and reworking old ones, some of the old ones are concluded and are only thought of as conclusions, whole worlds of new ones come crashing into my fingers, and it never ends.

Sixty three sunsets I saw revolve on that perpendicular hill – mad raging sunsets pouring in sea foams of cloud through unimaginable crags like the crags you grayly drew in pencil as a child, with every rose-tint of hope beyond, making you feel just like them, brilliant and bleak beyond words. –

Only a silly sober fool could think it; imagine gloating over such nonsense (because in one sense the drinker learns wisdom, in the words of Goethe or Blake or whichever it was the pathway to wisdom lies through excess)

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind.

We also spent entire nights in bed and I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would someday nudge up a hill to be thereafter known as Snake Hill and fold out upon the plain, a hundred miles long and devouring as it went along. I told her this snake was Satan. What's going to happen? she squealed; meanwhile she held me tight.