Quotes About Imagination

When you felt sad or angry or hopeless, a story could help. A story could lead you into a different world for a while.

But in a song or a tale, anything is possible

A story could lead you into a different world for a while. It might be a world where a foolish youngest son could turn into a brave and clever hero, or a beaten young woman could end up as a wise leader of folk. And when the story was ended and that world was gone, you still had the idea of it inside you. Like a flame that didn't go out even when the bad things rattled and swirled and screamed, and worse, oh, much worse, when they whispered and goaded and tormented.

Even the most made up of stories has its roots in the truth. That one more so than many.

The world needs its bards and its philosophers. It also needs its warriors, its heroes, its bold voyagers.

Even after this, even after everything, still you are ruled by your dreams. But your dreams cannot help you.

To write and not tell the truth? That would be death for any writer. But more, it would be death to the imagination. And if the imagination dies, what would happen to the souls of children?

When boys played "guerrilla warfare," which was their version of cowboys and Indians, the enemy side would have thorns glued onto their noses and say "hello" all the time.

It is hard for one who has not had a similar experience to imagine the terror that still gripped Taeko and Mrs. Tamaki and Hiroshi, so intense a terror that afterwards it seemed almost funny.

If one clung too closely to reality, the result might well be far from realistic.

I want to spy on all sorts of places, and the box is a portable hole that occurred to me under the circumstances, it being impossible to punch holes throughout the world.

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It was jealousy. Jealousy based on imagination...

it's probably a good thing to go to the movies occasionally. The whole audience puts on the actor's face. No one needs his own. A movie's a place where you pay your money to exchange faces for a while.

The act of writing is not simply replacing facts with arrangements of letters; it is a kind of venturesome trip. I am not like a postman on a preordained route. There is danger, and discover, and satisfaction.

She seemed to be wearing frozen fish bladders for shoes. But

imagining the scene when I would confront you who were the symbol of "the others.

I was afraid of my own shadow as long as I imagined others to be looking at me, but when I was actually looked at, I seemed to become aware of my real character. Perhaps in my imagination the mask was something that exposed me, but in actuality it was an opaque means of concealment.

The future is forever a projection of the present

For no apparent reason, Mai found herself thinking of a pretty girl rotting at the bottom of a well.

Kaoru glanced behind him, and then allowed his organ to tower in the direction of the window that might be there in space somewhere; allowed it to insist on its existence.

Manche von uns haben Lieblingsbücher, die sie nie gelesen haben. Manche sogar welche, die nie geschrieben wurden. Dieses hier ist eines von meinen, und deshalb schreibe ich es auf.

Eines Tages«, sagte sie, »fange ich Träume ein wie Schmetterlinge.« »Und dann?«, fragte er. »Lege ich sie zwischen die Seiten dicker Bücher und presse sie zu Worten.« »Was, wenn jemand immer nur von dir träumt?« »Dann sind wir beide vielleicht schon Worte in einem Buch. Zwei Namen zwischen all den anderen.«