Quotes About Imagination

I urge pupils when studying a work and in order to master its most important aspic, the rhythmic structure, or the ordering of the time process, to do just what a conductor does with the score: to place music on the desk and to conduct the work from beginning to end as if it were played by someone else, an imaginary pianist with the conductor trying to impress him with his will, his tempo first of all, plus all the details of his performance.

I live inside my head," he told himself. "So does everyone in a way. So what goes on in there, must count. It must count a lot. I shall always live in my head, wherever I go or whatever I do for the whole of my life. So why shouldn't I be at home in there?

When you play a piece of music there are so many different ways you could play it. You keep asking yourself what if. You try this and you say what if and you try that. When you buy a CD you get one answer to the question. You never get the what if.

Sometimes the world is too convincing, as if someone spent too much time on it.

Everyone knows they're only stories. Mermaids aren't real: they're a legend. As long as humans believe that, Ingo is safe.

Childhood is a slum and they love it.

We are living through such times that those yet born will look back in wonder

I wish I was away in Ingo Far across the briny sea Sailing over deepest waters Where neither care nor worry trouble me.

We are creatures of story.

Write what I know, who wants to read that? If only our apartment was haunted or I was the tiniest bit possessed by the devil.

There are no rules. That is how art is born.

The snow turned purple, a deep, dark contemplative color.

Sometimes it seems to me that, in the end, the only thing people have got going for them is imagination. At times of great darkness, everything around us becomes symbolic, poetic, archetypal. Perhaps this is what dreaming, and art, are for.

I wished to trust, and so I trusted. When events did not please me, my dreams reworked them.

I know one fortunate little boy whose parents told him the facts of life so satisfactorily, he said in the next breath, "Now tell me how they make peanut butter."),

Only the poet can look beyond the detail and see the whole picture.

When books are opened, we discover that we have wings

we catch a glimpse of white fur flashing by inside the bars of the woods.

I just stuffed it into the container of my dream.

The good thing about books is that they remain themselves. What happens in their pages stays there. Harriet does not like the idea of the story bleeding through into real life. She trusts a story, and doesn't trust real life. But what makes her trust a story is the knowledge that it will stay where it is, that she can visit it but that there is no chance it will visit her.

My mind is the pendant, creativity is the chain

No pessimest ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an unchartered land or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.

No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousand of miles and all the years you have lived.