Quotes About Imagination

In sum, the man's head looked like a Dutch oven forged over a dying fire with a ball-peen hammer.

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Empty boxes, old newspapers, a milk jug, and a wine bottle." "You're identifying the contents of the garbage bag?" "No dead cats. Or live ones." "Maybe it's a Schrödinger's Hefty bag." I

That's the thing about space," she said. "So many smart people are so interested in it that it's difficult to come up with a really new idea.

Avi, with his genius for imagining the most horrific conceivable worst-case scenarios, demanded that they have their own machine, and that Randy and the others go through its kernel code one line at a time to verify that there were no security holes. In

Good ideas are just there all of a sudden, like angels in the Bible. You cannot ignore them just because they are ridiculous.

They could not see what they could not imagine

You must carry along with you a lively imagination and plenty of romance in your soul. Some of the most wonderful things in the world will seem dull and drab unless you view them in the proper light.

Life is a creation, not a discovery

Your story does not live in your soul, only in your mind.

Perspective is the most powerful element in the process of reality creation.

For your thought about something is creative, and your word is productive, and your thought and your word together are magnificently effective in giving birth to your reality.

The process of creation starts with thought—an idea, conception, visualization. Everything you see was once someone's idea. Nothing exists in your world that did not first exist as pure thought.

every thought, every statement, every feeling—is creative.

Can you help me to better understand how to do that? Yes. Go first to your Highest Thought about yourself. Imagine the you that you would be if you lived that thought every day. Imagine what you would think, do, and say, and how you would respond to what others do and say. Do you see any difference between that projection and what you think, do, and say now?

Sometimes when you open a book, time stops.

How can you live without stars? What keeps you from thinking about yourself all the time?

When I was a kid I read these books, the Redwall books, fantasy books about a bunch of warrior mice, and the mice had this war cry that I always thought was coo: 'Eulalia.' And like an idiot that's what I yelled off the Brooklyn Bridge: 'Eulaliaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!' And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.

I wish I was Dumbo the Octopus. Adapted to freezing deep-ocean temperatures, I'd flop around down there at peace. The big concerns of my life would be what sort of bottom-coating slime to feed off of—that's not so different from now—plus I wouldn't have any natural predators; then again, I don't have any now, and that hasn't done me a whole lot of good. But it suddenly makes sense: I'd like to be under the sea, as an octopus.

You can't see stars in New York. That's horrible. How can you live without stars? What keeps you from thinking about yourself all the time?

I smile to myself. I have a secret: I wish I was Dumbo the Octopus.

But it suddenly makes sense: I'd like to be under the sea, as an octopus.

The stories we are told as children do, undoubtedly, mark us for life. They are often stories of dark and terrible things, and we are usually told them just before the lights are turned out and we are left alone; but we love them. We love them when we first hear them, and even when we are grown, and think we have forgotten them entirely, they never lose their power over us.

I suppose I just don't like to think (or believe) that once a man has acquired the gift of dreaming, he should (or even can) ever lose it.