Quotes About Imagination

It is with some violation of the imagination that we conceive of an actor belonging to the relations of private life, so closely do we identify these persons in our mind with the characters which they assume upon the stage.

Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!

The first draft is the child's draft, where you let it all pour out and then let it romp all over the place, knowing that no one is going to see it and that you can shape it later.

It's because of the way you are. It's why you're happy reading novels. You're only comfortable with a piece of the world that you can hold in your hand.

Creativity is the sudden cessation of stupidity.

[A Polaroid camera] places before you a thing that is more of the thing than the thing was.

You always start with a fantasy. Part of the fantasy technique is to visualize something as perfect. Then with the experiments you work back from the fantasy to reality, hacking away at the components.

I carry a map case full of scenarios because like sand it can give me traction when words from another intention ask to come in and the dictionary yells out they are liars.

You can also imagine a moon shining even if there wasn't a moon, even if I imagined there was a moon lighting up the dark sky for us, and you, instead, could imagine only a dawn, even if there wasn't a dawn, eclipsed, with no love in it.

Sculpture and painting are moments of life; poetry is life itself.

Remember when atmospheric contaminants were romantically called stardust?

After they had explored all the suns in the universe, and all the planets of all the suns, they realised that there was no other life in the universe, and that they were alone. And they were very happy, because then they knew it was up to them to become all the things they had imagined they would find.

After they had explored all the suns in the universe, and all the planets of all the suns, they realized that there was no other life in the universe, and that they were alone. And they were very happy, because then they knew it was up to them to become all the things they had imagined they would find.

The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.

You see, books had been happening to me.

For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.

Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside a dryer with the clothes," Clary said. "The difference is, she didn't let me." "Probably because going around and around in a dryer can be fatal," Jace pointed out, "whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.

If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood.

She smiled at him. "How did you know just what I'd want to see?" "How could I not?" he said. "When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand." He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought — and was surprised how affectionate the thought was.

There is truth in stories," said Arthur. "There is truth in one of your paintings, boy or in a sunset or a couplet from Homer. Fiction is truth, even if it is not a fact. If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die.

She had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and desperate and wild. Or that it would taste of holy water. Holy water and blood.

She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either--a purely human one.

There is no better distraction in this world than losing oneself in books for awhile.

Get over here. Sheldon's had an idea." "Who's Sheldon?", said Isabelle.