Quotes About Imagination

But let me begin with a statement of my own passionate and indignant belief--I do not care one goddamned thing about how James Dickey conducted his personal life. I care everything about what this man wrote on blank sheets of paper when he sat alone probing the extremities of imagination.

An author must gorge himself on ten thousand images to select the magical one that can define a piece of the world in a way one has never considered before.

She saw the world through a dazzling prism of authentic imagination.

I have built a city from the books I've read. A good book sings a a timeless music that is heard in the choir lofts, and balconies, and theaters that thrived within that secret city inside me.

Mansions were forming like jewels in my bloodstream.

You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.

I could rent Caesar out at birthday parties. Halloween parties. I could take pictures of Caesar eating a piece of birthday cake. Or a picture of a kid riding Caesar on his birthday. We could build a saddle.

As her children, we were the trustees of her dazzling evensongs of the imagination, but we did not know that mothers dreamed.

I've always felt a vague sense of guilt that I search for plunder and inspiration in every book or poem or story I pick up. Other people's books are treasures when stories emerge in molten ingots that a writer can shape to fit his or her own talents. Magical theft has always played an important part of my own writer's imagination.

As for now, I feel the first itch of the novel I'm supposed to write—the grain of sand that irritates the soft tissues of the oyster. The beginning of the world as I don't quite know it. But I trust I'll begin to know it soon.

The most powerful words in English are 'Tell me a story'.

This book demonstrates again and again that there is no passion more rewarding than reading itself, that it remains the best way to dream and to feel the sheer carnal joy of being fully and openly alive.

Now more than ever, we need people with the qualities Walt had: optimism, imagination, creativity, leadership, integrity, courage, boldness, perseverance, commitment to excellence, reverence for the past, hope for tomorrow and faith in God. How

All people are essentially creative because we are all made in the image of a creative God. Creativity is our birthright; imagination is the essence of our being. Only when we are dreaming big dreams are we truly fulfilling our God-given purpose in life.

Creativity is not so much an ability as a state of awareness.

Sorry, he said penitently. It's a book. I have no common sense around them.

I think they could teach us unimaginable things. Unimaginable! I can't imagine anything except danger. I know. That's why they're afraid of you.

The giant Grof was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind and he died of what he saw there.

Research the imagination. It was as obsolete as the appendix in most adults, except for those in whom, like the appendix, it became inflamed for no reason.

When he held a candle across the threshold, the black swallowed the fire completely. When he tried to step across it, he felt nothing beneath his foot. Sometimes he heard rain, a bird-cry, wind soughing through tall trees; mostly he was aware only of an intimation of vastness, silence, as though he stood at the edge of a world. He saw nothing. So he let the charcoal imagine what might lie on the other side of the door.

Perhaps' could be spun endlessly into different tales; even telling herself all of them, she would still be none the wiser.

People need books like zombies need brains.

we are here confronted with an irreducible oddity about all human societies: all are strung around figments of the human imagination.

All writers are, somewhere or other, mad. Not les grands fous, like Rimbaud, but mad, yes, mad. Because we do not believe in the stability of reality. We know that it can fragment, like a sheet of glass or a car's windscreen. but we also know that reality can be invented, reordered, constructed, remade. Writing is, in itself, an act of violence perpetrated against reality.