Quotes About Imagination

I just planted this story, but it's growing the way it wants to, and everyone expects me to know in advance what kind of flowers it will have!

What happened to a book that disappeared into its own story?

But we'd need words for that, exactly the right words, because only the right words unlock the doors between worlds.

Ma scusa, lo dici sempre anche tu: i libri devono essere pesanti perché dentro hanno il mondo intero.

with a leaf canopy spreading so wide that a whole troop of horsemen could shelter beneath it. The forests of the other world were so young, their trees still children. They had always made him feel old, so old that the years covered him like cobwebs. Here he was young again, just a child among the trees, not much older than the mushrooms growing among their roots, not much taller than the thistles and nettles.

But to the last question," Zelig replied, "he probably flew to beyond the Dark Regions, where people don't go and cattle don't stray, where the sky is copper, the earth iron, and where the evil forces live under roofs of petrified toadstools and in tunnels abandoned by moles." Isaac Bashevis Singer, Naftali the Storyteller and His Horse, Sus

And the letters on the page tell us only as much as we'd see peering through a keyhole. Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on—developing and changing like our own world.

As I never saw my father or my mother … my first fancies regarding what they were like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father's gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the inscription "Also Georgiana Wife of the Above" I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly. Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Faber sniffed the book. "Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy." Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Un lettore non vede veramente i personaggi di una storia. Li sente.

Everyone wants a definition of creativity that makes what they do into something special and what everyone else does into nothing special. But the fact is, we're all creative. We come up with weird and interesting ideas all the time. The biggest difference between 'creators' isn't their imagination - it's how hard they work. Ideas are easy. Doing stuff is hard.

Never underestimate the power of a kid who is time-rich and cash-poor, as a foolish boy once

Makes me want to tweak reality's gamma slider.

If dreams are like movies, the memories are films about ghosts.

I figured a woman can't be understood the way a man can. Women have purposes men can't even imagine.

Every day I ran to that book like it was a bottle of whiskey and crawled inside because it was a world that I had at least some control over, and slowly, in time, it began to take shape.

I think there was an awful lot about him that I thought I knew, but the truth was I was just coloring in the missing parts with colors I liked.

Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking

Artists are always good for conversation, so long as you want to talk about their art.

In the presence of my muse, I no longer NEEDED to draw.

The first Dragon was enough to give you nightmares. The second Dragon was enough to give your nightmares nightmares.

If I was living in a happier place, said Eggingarde, I might tell stories with happier endings.

There's no such thing as im-POSSIBLE, Hiccup,' snorted Old Wrinkly, 'only im-PROBABLE. The only thing that limits us are the limits to our imaginations... and I used to think of you as an imaginative boy. Give up, if you want to... but I used to think of you as the sort of boy who would NEVER give up, however bad things looked.