Quotes About Imagination

[On the principles of Italian neorealism:] I believe in imagination, but I have more faith in reality, in people. I am not interested in prearranged encounters, in the drama of things that happen to come together.

Art begins . . . when someone interprets, when someone sees the world through his own eyes. Art happens when what is seen becomes mixed with the inside of the person who is seeing it.

an artist is a person first. He is an individual. If there is no person, there is no artist.

A tale, like the universe, they tell us, expands ceaselessly each time you examine it, until there is finally no telling exactly where it begins, where it ends, or where it places you now.

This is how we were meant for each other. How we make our living. The lives of frustrated poets and imposters. This, too, how the love works and then doesn't: a mutual spectacle of imagination.

But let's suppose another way of considering her, which was that she had a special conviction of imagination. Few of us do, to be honest. We wish and wish and often with fury but never very deeply. For if we did, we'd see how the world can sometimes split open, in just the way we hope. That it and we are, in fact, unbounded. Free.

Imagination might not be limitless. It's still tethered to the universe of what we know.

In all the movies I'm in love with someone in my head. There's always love in a film somewhere. It doesn't matter even if it's an action movie.

Here's to books, the cheapest vacation you can buy.

They say there's no harm in daydreaming, but there is.

The eighth gift is Imagination. May it nourish your visions and dreams.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquest...

If ifs were gifts, every day would be Christmas.

The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.

The more delicate and ambitious the soul, the further do dreams estrange it from possible things.

It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.

Any healthy man can go without food for two days — but not without poetry.

Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?

Always be a poet, even in prose.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn't exist.

Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical means to express itself, and with the analytical mind that enables it to bring order into the sum of experience, involuntarily amassed.

My God, the corruptions of literature. It put all these notions into our heads.

Art is not a sack race.