Quotes About Imagination

I have told you that you create your dreams, in actuality, not in theory alone. You create an actuality, a dream universe, as real as the physical universe. It simply cannot be directly perceived within the physical universe.

you must stretch your own imagination, rouse yourself from mental lethargy, and be bold enough to discard old dogmatic comfort blankets.

I communicate with your dimension, for example, not by willing myself to your level of reality, but by imagining myself there. All of my deaths would have been adventures had I realized what I know now. On the one hand you take life too seriously, and on the other, you do not take playful existence seriously enough.

The physicists have their hands on the doorknob. If they paid more attention to their dreams, they would know what questions to ask.

You do not understand this point clearly at all, but your social organizations, your governments — these are based upon imaginative principles. The basis of your most intimate experience, the framework behind all of your organized structures, rests upon a reality that is not considered valid by the very institutions that are formed through its auspices.

You can learn to change your physical environment, therefore, by learning to change and manipulate your dream environment. You can also suggest specific dreams in which a desired change is seen, and under certain conditions these will then appear in your physical reality. Now often you do this without realizing it.

She could not imagine what she could do to reconstruct all the things she enjoyed, and she could hardly remember what it was that she had enjoyed.

If you don't furnish your brain with what everyone knows, then it will furnish itself with what no one else knows!

He had accepted that if you were a bookish person the events in your life took place in your head.

Longing for something that you once had is a mistake because the pictures in your mind are never the same as whatever it is you are longing for.

Like the piano player, I have memory in my fingertips. I watch words spill out creating worlds, inventing colors, bridging generations.

I have pulled threads from magic tapestries already woven and used them to weave my own cloth.

Once upon a time, Gemma began, the older two girls whispering the opening with her, which is all times and no times but not the very best of times,there was a castle. And in it lived a king who wanted nothing more in the world than a child.

Welcome to Neverland," Peter said, as if this were supposed to be a big surprise. Darla took her hand away from his. "It's smaller than I thought it would be," she said. This time she looked right at him.

Fiction is like wrestling with angels-you do not expect to win, but you do expect to come away from the experience changed.

If there is a single person at the nexus of fantasy literature, it is Terri Windling -- as editor, as writer, as painter, as muse.

The only duty of the dreamer is to tell the truth about the dream.

Once Once, oh once, there was, was not, A girl, princess, mermaid, widow, witch, queen, wife, A boy, king, soldier, wizard, troll, giants, Magic Life. The tale turns, returns, confuses, confesses, And all the hardships, spells, and stresses, End well in happy laughter And we hope- ever after. Believe me, friend- because would I, A storyteller, ever lie?

No one sees her of course. She doesn't exist unless you count bad dreams. Yet still she flies

The Baba gives me paper, and a pen that sputters ink. Write, she says, tell the true Though you may have to lie to do it.

The storyteller in me asks: what if? And when I try to answer that, a story begins

Read to me riddles and read to me rhymes Read to me stories of magical times Read to me tales about castles and kings Read to me stories of fabulous things Read to me pirates and read to me knights Read to me dragons and dragon-book fights Read to me spaceships and cowboys and then When you are finished– please read them again.

Somewhere becomes a nightmare. I knock on no doors, make no phone calls. Nowhere becomes my destination. You can find it on the blank spaces of any free map in any old store. Just turn a corner of your mind, and it's there.

How can this be, this great magic, that makes real the unreal, the not-actual into a kind of factless fictual, turns lies into the True? Don't ask me, for I am new at this work, new at telling my own truth. All I can start with is Once Upon A Time, that oldest and truest of lies.