Quotes About Imagination

After all, there's nothing like a few comforting pages of a book when you're way from home, right?

Meggie fand, dass dieses erste Flüstern bei jedem Buch etwas anders klang, je nachdem, ob sie schon wusste, was es ihr erzählen würde, oder nicht.

She dreamed of martens in black jackets and a book in a brown paper cover.

Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets?

Os livros poderiam ensiná-la tanto sobre este mundo e outros lugares distantes, sobre animais e plantas, sobre estrelas! Podiam ser janelas e portas, asas de papel par ajudá-la a voar para bem longe.

Os livros poderiam ensiná-la tanto sobre este mundo e outros lugares distantes, sobre animais e plantas, sobre estrelas! Podiam ser janelas e portas, asas de papel para ajudá-la a voar para bem longe.

That was the trouble with writing, there were such an infinite number of turns the story could take. How were you to know which one was right?

First, something basic: a storyteller never writes down everything he knows about his characters. There's no need for readers to know everything. Some of it is better kept secret between the author and his creations.

This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends!

Real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.

Cornelia Funke

Whenever she wanted to escape her own thoughts, she went to books for help.

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them…

What child unable to sleep on a warm summer night hasn't thought he saw Peter Pan's sailing ship in the sky? I will teach you to see that ship. Roberto Cotroneo, When a Child on a Summer Morning

You don't know about me, without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

It was good to have your books with you in strange places.

It's always like that in stories: bad things happen but then it all ends happily. And this is a story.

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? Solomon Eagle

Some come here to wait for death, others for life to begin at last, others again live only on the stories they are told.

Wake up, Dustfinger!" it said. "Come Back. The story isn't over yet.

They were here already, all of them: Dustfinger and Capricorn, Basra and Roxane, Minerva, Violante, the Adderhead...you merely wrote their story, but they didn't like it, and now they're writing it for themselves.

You want me to write something about him? Heavens, it was confusing enough when I had only my own characters to worry about!

For one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. The brain is like a wet sponge at that hour. And for another, real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.

They let him in without a word, their prince's poet, the man who put their world in ink words, and had made it out of words.