Quotes About Imagination

You are not just going to vanish like this, Karou. This isn't some goddamn Narnia book.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

Be a Samurai. Because you just never know what's behind the freaking sky.

If you're afraid of your own dreams, you're welcome here in mine.

On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream.

Where am I and doing what? You might well ask. Freaky chick, you say? You can't imagine. I am priestess of a sandcastle in a land of dust and starlight.

It's the mind. It's the most complex and astonishing thing there is, that there's a world inside each of us that no one else can ever know or see or visit.

Which is what one always hopes will happen: for life to take over and be bigger and more marvelous than what we can dream up on our own. Life doesn't need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn't hurt.)

Let's just get this out of the way so I can relax. Karou, your friends aren't going to eat us, are they?" No, Karou thought. They are not. She whispered back, "I don't think so. But try not to look delicious, okay?

One world on its own is a strange enough seethe of coiling, unknowable veins of intention and chance, but two? Where two worlds mingle breath through rips in the sky, the strange becomes stranger, and many things may come to pass that few imaginations could encompass.

Once upon a time, a girl went to see a monster menagerie where all the exhibits were dead.

We dreamed together of the world remade.

It was a different life out here, but make no mistake: Lazlo was every bit the dreamer he had always been, if not more. He might have left his books, but he carried all his stories with him.

If this were a book or movie, she thought, she'd be able to read the stars and get her bearings. Characters always had just the right random skill set to master the situation at hand. Like, Thank god for that summer on an uncle's smuggling boat and the handsome deckhand who taught me celestial navigation. Ha.

Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others.

He drifted about with his head full of myths, always at least half lost in some otherland of story. Demons and wingsmiths, seraphim and spirits, he love it all.

My phone buzzes. It's from Karou: a list of conversation openers that I won't be needing. —a) Hi. I'm Zuzana. I'm actually a marionette brought to life by the Blue Fairy, and the only way I can gain a soul is if a human falls in love with me. Help a puppet out? —b) Hi. I'm Zuzana. The touch of my lips imparts immortality. Just sayin'. —c) Hi. I'm Zuzana. I think I might like you.

He dreamed of deserts and great empty cities and imagined he could feel the minutes and hours of his life running through him, as though he were nothing but an hourglass of flesh and bone.

Many a choice is made this way: By pretending it makes itself.

The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar," said Sarai. "We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?" Lazlo's voice sank deeper in his throat. Smokier. Hungrier. "I expect the heavens will survive," he said, and then he kissed her.

I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.

She tasted of fairytales

You should have seen them, Thyon said. "It was surreal." As an afterthought, he added, "Though I can't believe none of them rode the dragon." "I know!" said Ruza. "What was Azareen's thinking, choosing a winged horse when she could have a dragon?" "I don't think she was really focused on which creature was best," said Tzara. "You shouldn't have to focus on it," said Ruza. "It's instinctive. Dragons are always best.

There is unique pleasure in introducing the bizarre and inconceivable to others.