Quotes About Imagination

My inspiration is art... because without art, we would just be stuck with reality.

Art is art, even when unsuccessful.

If one looks closely enough, one can see angels in every piece of art.

Art is never didactic, does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.

Soul colors the artist so that the artist can color the canvas.

I've got dreams in hidden places and extra smiles for when I'm blue.

Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze...

It is a delightful pastime to sit in the pleasant sunshine of autumn, and gazing from this little spot of free earth over such a landscape, let the imagination luxuriate amid the thrilling associations of the scene!

Beer is just dream-flavored water.

We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the record may seem superficial, but it is indelible. You cannot educate a man wholly out of the superstitious fears which were early implanted in his imagination; no matter how utterly his reason may reject them, he will still feel as the famous woman did about ghosts, Je n'y crois pas, mais je les crains, — "I don't believe in them, but I am afraid of them, nevertheless."

The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.

Think of the pleasure of taking down your well-thumbed Treasure Island. You meant only to read just a little but you got to the place where Black Bill comes tapping down the highway, each tap striking terror deeper into the heart of the trembling boy in the doorway and you were lost in the story with a child hanging over your shoulder breathlessly waiting the next word. A pleasure shared is a pleasure doubled when it comes to sharing the books of your boyhood with your lad.

I like books that glow in their own literary light — on a dark shelf, surrounded by a cloud of glistering stardust.

I love the smell of vintage words, the taste of authors' souls, the feel of books a thousand times read, the sight of worn spines in line on a shelf, the haunting sound and inked-mind silence of reading alone.

Do you see that kitten chasing so prettily her own tail? If you could look with her eyes, you might see her surrounded with hundreds of figures performing complex dramas, with tragic and comic issues, long conversations, many characters, many ups and downs of fate...

Don't burn books — let them set young minds on fire.

Books light the world — to burn them extinguishes the flame.

A single glass of champagne imparts a feeling of exhilaration. The nerves are braced, the imagination is agreeably stirred, the wits become more nimble. A bottle produces a contrary effect. Excess causes a comatose insensibility. So it is with war, and the quality of both is best discovered by sipping.

Childhood is the sleep of reason...

Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive.

Cinema should make you forget you are sitting in the theater.

You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds...

I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills...

He'd lie in fields, And through his fingers watch the changing clouds, Those playful fancies of the mighty sky.