Quotes About Imagination

Buecher muessen schwer sein, weil die ganze Welt in ihnen steckt!

If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.

Das Buch wird anfangen, deine Erinnerungen zu sammeln. Du wirst es spaeter nur aufschlagen muessen und schon wirst du wieder dort sein, wo du zuerst darin gelesen hast. An nichts haften Erinnerungen so gut wie an bedruckten Seiten.

You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them...

After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you'd never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real conjured up with the right words, and you could leave them behind between the pages as you pleased, at no cost or risk to yourself.

Perhaps she was more like him than he'd thought: Her home, too, had consisted of paper and printer's ink. She probably felt as lost as he did in the real world.

Perhaps, after all, this world was made of dreams, and an old man had merely found the words for them.

Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper. But

Geschichten haben nie ein Ende, Meggie«, hatte er mal zu ihr gesagt, »auch wenn uns die Bücher das gern vorgaukeln. Die Geschichten gehen immer weiter, sie enden ebenso wenig mit der letzten Seite, wie sie mit der ersten beginnen.«

Nichts verscheuchte böse Träume schneller als das Rascheln von bedrucktem Papier.

Can't you imagine? Haven't you told her about the place enough?" He tried the handle again, as if that could change anything. Meggie had covered the whole door with quotations. They looked to him now like magic spells written on the white paint in childish hand. Take me to another world! Go on! I know you can do it. My father has shown me how. Odd that your heart didn't simply stop when it hurt so much.

A child in the woods. A child with an army.

Look. (Grown-ups skip this paragraph.) I'm not about to tell you this book has a tragic ending, I already said in the very first line how it was my favorite in all the world. But there's a lot of bad stuff coming. William Goldman, The Princess Bride

Ketakutan membunuh segalanya. Akal, hati dan juga fantasi

Vielleicht hat sich doch alles geändert. Vielleicht gibt es hinter der gedruckten Geschichte eine andere, viel grössere Geschichte, die sich ebenso wandelt, wie unsere Welt es tut? Und die Buchstaben verraten uns darüber gerade so viel wie ein Blick durch ein Schlüsselloch. Vielleicht sind sie nicht mehr als der Deckel zu einem Topf, der viel mehr enthält als wir lesen können.

Aber diesesmal war ihre eigene Geschichte zu stark, um sich von der erfundenen vertreiben zu lassen.

One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring-clean…. It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came out from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas that he'd mislaid and forgotten…. There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish? Ted Hughes, "Leftovers," from The Dreamfighter

So often it is words or pictures that first tell us what we long for.

A strong and bitter book-sickness floods one's soul. How ignominious to be strapped to this ponderous mass of paper, print and dead man's sentiment. Would it not be better, finer, braver to leave the rubbish where it lies and walk out into the world a free untrammelled illiterate Superman?

You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago—they don't expect to meet them in the street or out shopping. They know their stories but not their names, and certainly not their faces. And most writers like it

Quando ti porti dietro un libro» le aveva rivelato Mo quando Meggie ci aveva messo dentro il primo «avviene qualcosa di straordinario: le sue pagine raccoglieranno i tuoi ricordi. E un giorno ti basterà risfogliarle per tornare con il pensiero al luogo dove le hai lette per la prima volta: le immagini, gli odori, il gelato che ti eri gustata... Credimi, i libri sono un po' come la carta moschicida: a nient'altro i ricordi restano attaccati come alla carta stampata.»

Molotov explained how that book, should one be foolish enough to open it, gave the power to read things and creatures out of any book in the world.

I think we should sometimes read stories where everything's different from our world, don't you agree? There's nothing's like it for teaching us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we have five fingers rather than six." Of

Jedes Buch sollte mit so einem Papier beginnen (...) Am Besten mit einem dunklen: dunkelrot, dunkelblau, je nachdem, wie der Einband des Buches ist. Wenn du dann das Buch aufschlägst, ist es wie im Theater: Erst ist da der vorhang - du ziehst ihn zur Seite, und die Vorstellung beginnt.