Quotes About Imagination

If Jorge Luis Borges' Library of Babel could have existed in reality, it would have been something like the Long Room of Trinity College.

Pick a genre Pick a word count Decide on the number of characters in your story Select a theme Give yourself a deadline for completing the story

May felt exhilarated around Bryant. He had always imagined that somewhere out there, away from suburban dullness, ardent young people were allowed to give freer rein to their thoughts. He felt as though he had arrived at a place he had always wanted to be.

There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.

And I'm sure There was blood in the gutter from somebody's head Or else it was the sunset in a puddle,

Imagination is the wide-open eye which leads us always to see truth more vividly.

What is it with you and the Wizard of Oz references? Zombies and werewolves and vamps, oh my. Zombies and werewolves and...

Christopher Golden

If you use your imagination, you can look at any actress and see her nude... I hope to make you use your imagination.

This story is meant to make you realize that your chances of happiness in this world are terribly slim if you lack a fine imagination.

In her brain she runs a computer program to evade dooms no one has even considered. There's nothing she hasn't thought of, and thought of and thought of, poor woman.

I can't even tell you what else I imagined. I can only humiliate myself to such a degree; at a certain point it becomes humorous, and this story is not meant to be humorous. This story is meant to winch your ribs open and tamper with your heart. This story is meant to make you realize that your chances of happiness in this world are terribly slim if you lack a fine imagination.

Worrying about originality is like worrying about the best place to hang your wall phone.

Make it interesting and it will be true: this is what story writers live by.

Den hatte der Major jetzt freilich ganz vergessen, er berief sich nicht auf ihn, er nannte nicht innerlich seinen Namen, er zitierte den René nicht, wie wir den Anton Kuh in einer Fußnote. Würden alle Urheber-Rechts-Verletzungen im Leben ebenso verfolgt wie in der Literatur, der Welt gesamtes Gerichtswesen reichte nicht aus, um die Prozesse abzuwickeln, die ständig reziproken Anleihe-Verhältnisse auf dem Markt unserer Vorstellungen zu klären.

Kunst ist dazu da, die Wirklichkeit zu verhindern...

Exist? un cuvânt minunat:nimic.Nu te gândi la nimic.GândeÈ™te-te doar la clovnul care plânge în cad?,È™i c?ruia papucii îi È™iroiesc a cafea.

Ich bin ein Clown und sammle Augenblicke.

Behind every word a whole world is hidden that must be imagined. Actually, every word has a great burden of memories, not only just of one person but of all mankind. Take a word such as bread, or war; take a word such as chair, or bed or Heaven. Behind every word is a whole world. I'm afraid that most people use words as something to throw away without sensing the burden that lies in a word.

I seldom have a firm plot or any idea at all about the ending. But there is a clear, almost mathematically conceptual idea that determines length--the length or brevity of a literary work being comparable to the size of the frame needed by a picture.

Writing is - at least for me - movement forward, the conquest of a body that I do not know at all, away from something to something that I do not yet know; I never know what will happen - and here 'happen' is not intended as plot resolution, in the sense of classical dramaturgy, but in the sense of a complicated and complex experiment that with given imaginary, spiritual, intellectual and sensual materials in interaction strives - on paper to boot! - towards incarnation.

All our dreams begin in youth.

I fell asleep reading a dull book, and I dreamed that I was reading on, so I awoke from sheer boredom.

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.