Quotes About Imagination

The ugly fact is books are made out of books, the novel depends for its life on the novels that have been written.

Where you've nothing else, construct ceremonies out of the air, and breathe upon them.

A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body

A dream inside a dream might not be a dream.

In the night's in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child's imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer themselves but never the one to be.

Cuando sueñes con un mundo que nunca existió o con un mundo que no existirá y estés contento otra vez entonces te habrás rendido. ¿Lo entiendes? Y no puedes rendirte. Yo no lo permitiré.

This was the perfect day of his childhood. This the day to shape the days upon.

He said that the world was sentient to its core and secret and black beyond men's imagining and that its nature did not reside in what could be seen or not seen.

He imagined that in his estate of eternal night he might somehow have already halved the distance to death. That the transition for him could not be so great for the world was already at some certain distance and if it were not death's terrain he encroached upon in his darkness then whose?

They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship's wake.

But nothing is crueler than a coward, and the slaughter to come is probably beyond our imagining.

Real trouble doesnt begin in a society until boredom has become its most general feature. Boredom will drive even quietminded people down paths they'd never imagined.

In the nights in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child's imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer themselves but never the one to be.

En sus sueños su pálida novia iba hacia él desde una verde bóveda de ramas. Sus pezones como de marga y sus costillas pintadas de blanco. Llevaba un vestido de gasa y sus cabellos oscuros estaban recogidos con peinetas de marfil, peinetas de concha. Su sonrisa, su mirada baja. Por la mañana volvía a nevar. Cuentas de hielo gris en ristra sobre los cables de electricidad.

They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger to themselves. But I dont dream at all.

the space which [books] occupied was itself an expectation.

Em que é que o que nunca existirá difere do que nunca existiu?

His dreams brightened. The vanished world returned.

Real trouble doesn't begin in a society until boredom has become its most general feature. Boredom will drive even quietminded people down paths they never imagined.

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you?

He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind

What you write down becomes fixed. It takes on the constraints of any tangible entity. It collapses into a reality estranged from the realm of its creation. It's a marker. A roadsign. You have stopped to get your bearings, but at a price. You'll never know where it might have gone if you'd left it alone to go there.

So where does music come from?

The more naive your life the more frightening your dreams. Your unconscious will keep trying to wake you.