Quotes About Imagination

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Hope is a projection of the imagination; so is despair. Despair all too readily embraces the ills it foresees; hope is an energy and arouses the mind to explore every possibility to combat them.

would always advise any young writer for the theater to do everything—to adapt plays, to translate plays, to hang around theaters, to paint scenery, to become an actor. . . . There's a bottomless pit in the acquisition of how to tell an imagined story to listeners and viewers.

I want you to try and remember what it was like to have been very young. And particularly the days when you were first in love; when you were like a person sleepwalking, and you didn't quite see the street you were in, and didn't quite hear everything that was said to you. You're just a little bit crazy. Will you remember that, please?

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but the attitude reading and writing gives you

I idealize you in fiction because I idealized you in real life," he continued.

There's an alternate universe where I never left, he thought.

In second grade, she'd snuck up on a napping Eva and colored her entire forearm with a highlighter. Because she was "important.

But she'd never wanted kids. Books were her kids.

Books were her kids.

Is Eight based on a real person? You describe her so intimately. It's like I'm peeking in on something I shouldn't see." "Do you think Eight's real?" "Definitely," she said, nodding. "Then she is." "That's not an answer." "I know." He grinned.

The concept of 'father' just feels made up, like Santa or the Easter Bunny.

Jenna walked in the direction of the playground with feet that didn't touch the ground, headed toward her waking dream. Now, all that was left was to live it. And she did.

And snakes used to ruin him. Just the idea of them. Shane couldn't bear the thought of those delicate-looking reptiles trying their hardest to travel around their patch of forest while legless and footless. It broke his heart! They were so unfairly handicapped. He used to obsessively sketch pictures of snakes with four legs, until it occurred to him that he was, in fact, drawing lizards.

These partygoers hadn't been the cool kids growing up. They'd spent their adolescence buried in art books, scrawling poems into steno pads during recess, living full stories in their heads. Distracted by their artistic micro-obsessions, many forgot to learn how to engage with the world. They were too busy studying life, storing up their notes to use later in a novel, a song, a script, a painting. They were observers, not joiners.

Part of my procrastination was down to leaving things to the last moment in case of a civilization-spinning idea popping up after I'd started work. Of course, this envisaged procrastination might be hard to spot in my monumental laziness, like a fish's tears in an ocean.

Few pleasures are greater than knowing you can close your door, ignore the world and create your own.

Book-writing is always much easier in other people's lives.

In his eyes I saw all the other possibilities. The dream-world possibilities. The fairytale possibilities. The seemingly impossible possibilities.

If you have a desire to write, that means there's stuff in you that wants out. And if you don't write things down, you just forget them.

When dreams come true in reality they never feel the same as when you imagine them, and you know what that means? It means that no matter how good things are, maybe they'll never be good enough, and there's something seriously wrong with that.

Some people think art is pretending, but to me it's the opposite. It's the one place where you can't pretend.

I've never been happier in my life. But when dreams come true in reality they never feel the same as when you imagine them, and you know what that means? It means that no matter how good things are, maybe they'll never be good enough, and there's something seriously wrong with that.