Quotes About Imagination

Okay, she said. What are the nodal points? Laney looked at the bubbles on the surface of his beer. It's like seeing things in clouds, Laney said. Except the things you see are really there.

How could she have imagined that it would be possible to live, to move, in the unnatural field of Virek's wealth without suffering distortion? Virek had taken her up, in all her misery, and had rotated her through the monstrous, invisible stresses of his money, and she had been changed.

and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. . . .

Cyberspace slid into existence from the cardinal points. Smooth, he thought, but not smooth enough.

But I ain't likely to write you no poem, if you follow me. Your AI, it just might. But it ain't no way human.

He could have anything in there," Gentry said, pausing to look down at the unconscious face. He spun on his heel and began his pacing again. "A world. Worlds. Any number of personality-constructs Ã¢â'¬Â¦

I'm allergic to Best Ofs, canon of all sorts, rankings, comparison. I love the bottomless Borgesian library.

Her head was perfectly still, eyes unblinking. He imagined her ego swimming up behind them, to peer at him suspiciously, something eel-like, larval, transparently boned. He had its full attention.

imaginary futures are always, regardless of what the authors might think, about the day in which they're written.

But I suppose that is the way of an artiste, no? You needed this world built for you, this beach, this place. To die.

Ash," said Lowbeer, fingers extended around the candle as if for warmth, "imagines you a conservative." "Does she?" "Or a romantic, perhaps. She sees your distaste for the present rooted in the sense of a fall from grace. That some prior order, or perhaps the lack of one, afforded a more authentic existence.

subgenres are products of the writers' urgent necessity to avoid tangling with a realistic

Neuromancer] is about the present. It's not really about an imagined future. It's a way of trying to come to terms with the awe and terror inspired […] by the world in which we live.

Fox was quick to see how we could use you, but not sharp enough to credit you with ambition. But then he never lay all night with you on the beach at Kamakura, never listened to your nightmares, never heard an entire imagined childhood shift under those stars, shift and roll over, your child's mouth opening to reveal some fresh past, and always the one, you swore, that was really and finally the truth.

I improvise. It's my greatest talent. I prefer situations to plans - Wintermute

one can't really enjoy what science fiction does without being able to recognize the point at which the imaginary lifts off from the known.

I imagine you're actually rather good at what you do, in spite of certain disadvantages. Disadvantage and peculiar competence can go hand in hand, I find.

It was sometimes best, when you came to the mystery that was art, to come as a child. The child saw things that were too evident, too obvious for the trained eye.

nothing acquires quite as rapid or peculiar a patina of age as an imaginary future.

few stray bits of Lego

And it was like she could see herself there, on the gray gravel in front of Jimmy's, and the tall old cottonwoods on either side of the lot, trees older than her mother, older than anybody, and she was talking to a boy who was half a machine, like a centaur made out of a motorcycle, and maybe he'd been just about to kill another boy, or a few of them, and maybe he still would.

This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.

Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.

The thing is---fear can't hold you any more than a dream...