Quotes About Imagination

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For the true magician there is no very clear line between what lies inside the mind and what lies outside it.If you desire something, it will become substance. If you despise it, you will see it destroyed. A master magician is not much different from a child or a madman in that respect. It takes a very clear head and a very strong will to operate once you are in that place. And you will find out very quickly whether or not you have that clarity and that strength.

She was young enough that all she had to do was kid things, but she was also getting old enough that she wanted to do more than play games and pretend.

Earth or Fillory, did it even matter? What was the huge conundrum? Everywhere you looked there was so much richness, you could never exhaust it.

Magic: it was what happened when the mind met the world, and the mind won for a change. There

a book that did what books always promised to do and never actually quite did: get you out, really out, of where you were and into somewhere better.

Whether or not he was in it, whether or not he could see or touch it, he'd thought there would always be a FIllory out there somewhere. He loved knowing it was there. It anchored his sense of happiness, the way a distant stockpile of gold might underwrite the value of a paper bill.

You only had to see a unicorn lay open the side of a centaur once, the ribcage flashing white when the ripped skin flopped down, to swear a mighty oath never to fuck with or even look at another unicorn again. I'm putting down the hearts and fluffy clouds and backing away slowly. Don't want any trouble here. You can have all the rainbows.

He was asked to draw a rabbit that wouldn't keep still as he drew it—as soon as it had paws it scratched itself luxuriously and then went hopping off around the page, nibbling at the other questions, so that he had to chase it with the pencil to finish filling in the fur. He wound up pacifying it with some hastily sketched radishes and then drawing a fence around it to keep it in line.

Living in a castle is objectively romantic.

it's like he's opening the covers of a book, but a book that did what books always promised to do and never actually quite did: get you out, really out, of where you were and into somewhere better.

Lots of people say they've talked to dragons, but it's very hard to verify. Supposedly the Thames dragon wrote most of Pink Floyd's stuff. At least after

who hadn't at some point in his life wanted to climb to the top of a sailing ship in full flight?

Loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew.

at least he could always remember it the way he wanted to. The memories were safe, sealed forever in amber.

Sure, you can live out your dreams, but it'll only turn you into a monster. Better to stay home and do card tricks in your bedroom instead.

Humbledrum farted mournfully, three distinct notes.

Once in a while an entire sub-sub-category that had long been thought safely dormant would take wing with an indescribable papery susurrus.

There are catacombs underneath the library," Penny said. "That's another special collection: it's all the novels people meant to write but didn't.

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Turns out you can cast some truly amazing shit in your dreams. But after you wake up it all seems kind of pointless, and nobody really wants to hear about it.

That's what makes you different from the rest of us, Quentin. You actually still believe in magic.

She was too tired to feel anything more, she wanted a book to do to her what books did: take away the world, slide it aside for a little bit, and let her please, please just be somewhere and somebody else.