Quotes About Imagination

Mood is painted in the margins: you create the image by negative space, dancing around it without ever saying it. 9.

Look for the little story. Look for the story about people. Then you wrap it in a generous swaddling of space ninjas and swamp monsters and explodey-boom-boom-pyoo-pyoo-zap.

Writing is the act of creation. Put words on a page, words to sentences, sentences to paragraphs, paragraphs to seven-book epic fantasy cycles with books so heavy you could choke a hippo. But don't give writing too much power, either. A wizard controls his magic; it doesn't control him.

Ramping a jacked-up hell-quad over a dirge-singing pack of goblins with a burned-to-death stuntman at the wheel. I'm

I know art when I see it, but I don't make it. Some people are makers, others are vampires—that's me. We grow fat on your ideas and imagination. I'm just a beautiful tapeworm, darling…

You're not tasked with desalinating an ocean or training a komodo dragon to cure ebola. I'm saying, sludge yourself into the ass receptacle and peck keyboard keys like a hungry chicken until it makes words. Or pick up one of the tools used by our distant ancestors -- it is a tube filled with the liquid black souls of all the animals we've made extinct -- and use this pen as a scribe would to etch scribbly heretical word-shapes onto dead tree pulp.

Just remember: there is no Muse, and if there is a Muse, you own it – it doesn't own you.)

If you're being skewered by a unicorn, the secret is: tell the unicorn he doesn't exist. If you do that, he'll disappear in a puff of Lucky Charms cereal. That's true. That's fact. Same thing goes for writer's block.

This is not a book of writing advice. It's not here to help make you a better writer. Rather, it's here to help you become a better storyteller.

The Wizard" was like if the Who fucked Led Zeppelin and Blue Öyster Cult at an orgy after an opium-laden game of Dungeons & Dragons.

Crayola makes all kinds of crazy colors. You know. Burnt umber. Burnt sienna. Blanched almond. Baby-shit yellow. And so on, and so forth. I'm just saying, cockroaches Have their own color. It's distinct. Crayola should get on that. The kids'll love it.

Books: our unfailing companions

God created creativity! That might sound unusual to you, but it's true: God is the master artist, and all creative talent and inspiration flows from Him.

I figure that if there's a heaven, then there's a room in heaven where you can look over all of history and be anyone you want to be, at a peak moment in their lives. For example, I always say I would choose to be one of Stevie Wonder's backup singers on the Innervisions album.

Literature is the power of fiction itself: not making a claim about what the world is, but about the imagination of a possible world.

You only get one life so dream big. Dream bold. Dream in color

who having learnt the art of self-tormenting, are diligently and zealously employed in creating an imaginary world, which they can never inhabit, only to make the real world, with which they must necessarily be conversant, gloomy and insupportable.

It occurred to me, not for the first time, that Lili's world was not so different from my dioramas, or even from Sirena's installations: you took a tiny portion of the earth and made it yours, but really what you wanted was for someone else -- ideally, a grown-up, because a grown-up matters, has authority, but is also not the same as you -- to come and see, to get it, and thereby, somehow, to get you; and all of this, surely so that you might ultimately feel less alone on the planet.

Her self, then, was represented in her books.

Don't ever let anyone tell you that the imaginary is equivalent to the real: your skin, your vast breathing skin, will insist otherwise.

But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you've left behind at every stop.

All our stores are more or less made up, after all.

Life is about deciding what matters. It's about the fantasy that determines the reality. Have you ever asked yourself whether you'd rather fly or be invisible?

Have you ever asked yourself whether you'd rather fly or be invisible?