Quotes About Imagination

Some people call it the world of dreams, but it is as real as anything else....'" Jenny

Why don't you sparkle?" -"Because I live in the real world, where vampires burst into flames.

I shall become as complete a stranger as the unknown drama sleeping in the limbo of a novelist's imagination

Words made faerie tales.

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When you make music or write or create, it's really your job to have mind-blowing, irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea it is you're writing about at the time.

Solitude begets whimsies.

The question was put to him, what hope is and his answer was, The dream of a waking man.

Woo the muse of the odd.

A most extraordinary device for catching dragon-flies is used by the children of the province of Kii. They get a long hair, - a woman's hair, - and attach a very small pebble to each end of it, so as to form a miniature "bolas"; and this they sling high into the air. A dragon-fly pounces upon the passing object; but the moment that he seizes it, the hair twists round his body, and the weight of the pebbles brings him to the ground.

But I confess that "my mind to me a kingdom is"--not! Rather it is a fantastical republic, daily troubled by more revolutions than ever occurred in South America ...

The poet or the story-teller who cannot give the reader a little ghostly pleasure at times never can be either a really great writer or a great thinker.

Can we ever hope for a Natural History with colored plates that will show us how the world appears to the faceted eyes of a dragon-fly?

I'm born with a pencil in my hand. I did lots of sketching. I've only wanted paper and beautiful colors. It was my dream, and it still is my dream. And books. They're all I need, and the rest I can do without.

Fantasy is often better than reality. It's much more inspiring not to go to places than to go.

Telling a story is like sowing a seed—you always hope to see it become a beautiful tree, with firm roots and branches that soar up in the sky. But it is a peculiar sowing, for you will never know whether your seed sprouts or dies. Later

Of all the contracts I had signed, this was perhaps the only one that my father could never have imagined me signing, for it traded what should never be traded. It delivered me into the unknown and erased my father's name. I could not know that this was just the first of many erasures.

Coexistence, rather, should be the active practice of becoming familiar, whether through exposure to works of imagination or through personal interaction, with people who are different.

Children do not give up their innate imagination, curiosity, dreaminess easily. You have to love them to get them to do that. Love is the path through permissiveness to discipline: and through discipline, only too often, to betrayal of self.

You're a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable," she pleaded. "Something beautiful and full of monsters." "Beautiful and full of monsters?" "All the best stories are.

A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.

I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar.

Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.