Quotes About Imagination

All of us invent ourselves. Some of us just have more imagination than others.

Ordinary people believe only in the possible. Extraordinary people visualize not what is possible or probable, but rather what is impossible. And by visualizing the impossible, they begin to see it as possible

They obviously weren't trying to recruit us, which was sort of a shame. I imagined a full unit of vampire soldiers and I got a little giddy, and distracted. Bad idea, maybe. But it'd be epic, wouldn't it?

Which meant he had about eight weeks to pull something amazing out of his butt. His butt was not being terribly helpful.

Libby was dead. Princess X disappeared. May lost her best friend again, and again, and again.

I'd eat some pizza, if anybody decided to order one. You know. Hypothetically. – May

He'd been sticking his neck out, which is literally the stupidest thing I can imagine anyone doing when it comes to vampires. That ought to be Rule Number One For Dealing With Vampires, right there. Don't stick your neck out!

Sometimes the advantage of being young and bright is not knowing what's impossible.

Children and adults are alike--it's not as if we ever outgrow our darker fears. Let's not pretend we're all so reluctant to entertain the unknown.

Avoid ending a scene with your character going to bed. Your reader will shut off the light and go to sleep, too.

Charlie tipped her head up. "Are you sure? We're a simple people. No automobiles or fancy gadgets." "Simple?" She chuckled. "Ha! Worlds that think and kings that plot? Sandobbles and goblins, portals and two moons? You are sadly mistaken. Besides," she said, tracing the edge of his forewing with the tip of her finger. He shuddered against her. "There's magic here.

Books] were the world I could lose myself in when the one I was actually living in became too lonely or harsh or difficult to bear.

In my perception, the world wasn't a graph or formula or an equation. It was a story.

He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.

Walk without a stick into the darkest woods. Believe that the fairy tale is true.

In my perception, the world wasn't a graph or a formula or an equation. It was a story

I imagined our mother crossing a great river on Lady's strong back, finally leaving us nearly three years after she died. I wanted it to be true. It was the thing I wished for when I had a wish to make.

When we see a painting that we love, we're not standing there thinking about the artist who made it — we're thinking about how that painting makes us feel, what that reflects to us about our lives and the world. And so I love when love exceeds … its creator, which is the whole goal of art…; when it becomes not about the person who created it, but about the people who consume it…

A room with a view!" my mother exclaimed, though she was too weak to rise and see the lake herself. And then more quietly she said: "All of my life I've waited for a room with a view.

He was a nice guy, I decided, when I glanced at the bumper of his car. On it, there was a green sticker that said IMAGINE WHIRLED PEAS. Has there ever been a serial killer who imagined whirled peas?

Books] were the world I could lose myself in when the one I was actually in became too lonely or harsh or difficult to bear.

Each of Dermoût's sentences came at me like a soft knowing dagger, depicting a far-off land that felt to me like the blood of all the places I used to love.

The dark night was the first book of poetry, and the constellations were the poems.

Science is not a collection of facts. Nor is science something that happens in the laboratory. Science happens in the head. It's a flight of imagination beyond the constraints of ordinary perception. Columbus chapter -The Virgin and the Mousetrap