Quotes About Imagination

Even though godlike in his imagination, he still lacks the earthy self-confidence of a simple shepherd.

He referred to the human brain as a clown car parked between our ears. Open the doors and the clowns pile out.

It was one of those subjects to which everything that slithers across your brain seems relevant. I find this to be true of most topics.

A night that began with mind-reading a grateful crustacean and ended with drunken elves would be a night to remember.

The next day I lay out on the grass in our backyard and I looked straight into the sun, the way my mother had told me never to do because it would damage my eyes. I thought that I would grow up to be a famous artist and everything and everyone I saw, everything and everyone I painted, would be blinding to look at.

But I knew that, both in fairyland and the real world, too, wishes were a slipperier things.

I raised the ratio of things I thought to things I said from three to one, to four to one, to five, to six, to seven. I still thought as much as ever, and sometimes I imagined the responses I would have gotten if I had spoken up and what I would have then said next, and so on and so on. Without the release of talking, these thoughts crowded my brain. The inside of my head turned clamorous and outlandish, like the Mos Eisley spaceport bar in Star Wars.

But the most fantastical of my imaginary worlds turned out to be the one I'd thought was real. As a child, I believed the world was run by competent, sane and benevolent adults. I believed this for much longer than I believed in Santa Claus. That belief has since gone down like the Titanic (on which I also spent a lot of time as a child). The world is run by nitwits and psychopaths.

A man at another table accused his breakfast partner of pulling rainbows and unicorns out of her ass.

Karen MacInerney

It was not the time to recall all those really horrifying nursery stories she'd read, Bluebeard, Babes in the Wood, Little Red Riding Hood. Why is it that children's stories are so filled with monsters like wolves and witches who eat children, and men who kill their wives? And to think, that people actually sat and told their children such things.

To all the librarians in the world on behalf of all the kids y'all helped grow up to be writers

It was a triptych, three canvases hinged together to make one image when it was open, another image when it was closed. He had always assumed she liked the duplicity of the piece. It was just like Angie, one thing inside, another out.

First you must have the images. Then come the words." —Robert James Waller.

the easiest way for a man to get into your heart was if you imagined what he was like as a child.

expected him to look like a cross between Colonel Sanders and Foghorn Leghorn.

Or was she making a connection that wasn't there, like an amputee who still feels a missing arm or leg long after it's gone?

Was it worth it to wonder where her mother had gotten all of this money? She would be better served wondering how many unicorns were left in the forest.

This is the inscription Ben wrote inside the book: "First you must have the images. Then come the words." —Robert James Waller.

First you must have the images. Then come the words." —Robert James Waller. Images. I had seen that word before—at least six times before on my annual reading sojourn to the sheriff's office. The word was connected to a deed and the deed was connected to an act and that act had been committed by a man and that man, I now understood, was connected to you.

Books are a hard-bound drug with no danger of an overdose i'm the happy victim of books

A spider conducts operations that resemble those of a weaver, and a bee puts to shame many an architect in the construction of her cells. But what distinguishes the worst architect from the best of bees is this, that the architect raises his structure in imagination before he erects it in reality.

Criticism has plucked the imaginary flowers on the chain not in order that man shall continue to bear that chain without fantasy or consolation, but so that he shall throw off the chain and pluck the living flower.

Perseus wore a magic cap down over his eyes and ears as a make-believe that there are no monsters.