Quotes About Imagination

the world in silver and copper and iron." Simon crawled to the edge of the cage. "That doesn't make any sense. What are you going to eat? How are you going to breathe without plants to make oxygen?

Si la hierba puede andar —sentenció el phooka—, un muchacho puede acabar plantado.

Y ya nadie cree en los seres fantásticos —agregó Jared, pero luego pensó en Lucinda—. Al menos nadie que esté cuerdo.

Según cómo se mire qué? —preguntó Jared. No estaba seguro de si aquella criatura le resultaba divertida o temible.

Vaya —exclamó—. ¿Dónde estamos? Una fuerte carcajada sonó por encima de sus cabezas. —Casi nunca llegan tan lejos..., o tan cerca, según cómo se mire —dijo una criatura encaramada en un árbol.

Para qué quieres eso? —preguntó Mallory mientras cruzaban la avenida Dulac siguiendo el mapa. —Para atrapar cosas —contestó Simon sin mirarla a los ojos. —¿Qué clase de cosas? ¿Es que no tienes ya suficientes animales?.

Who else is going to create the next great stories for kids to read?

Never abandon imagination

When your daughter asks you to be a fairy for her 5th birthday party... you better be a damned fairy.

An author knows his landscape best; he can stand around, smell the wind, get a feel for his place.

The idea that writerly originality appears from nowhere, or exists as something in isolation, a thing to be guarded and protected from influence, is lunacy. Anyone who doesn't school themselves by deep, wide, and idiosyncratic reading is choosing aesthetic poverty. Such aesthetic cloistering is like protecting your virginity in the belief that it will make you better at sex.

Whatever you're thinking, think bigger.

Above all, the thrall in which an ideology holds a people is best measured by their collective inability to imagine alternatives.

There's a kind of a fundamental irresponsibility in playwriting, and the strength of playwriting comes from that irresponsibility.

I write plays and movies, I live and work at the borderline between word and image just as any cartoonist or illustrator does. I'm not a pure writer. I use words as the score for kinetic imagistic representations.

Oh you only think you know all I know. I don't even know what all I know. Half the time I just make it up, and it still turns out to be true! We learned that trick in the fifties. Tomorrow

Harper: When we think we've escaped the unbearable ordinariness and, well, untruthfulness of our lives, it's really only the same old ordinariness and falseness rearranged into the appearance of novelty and truth. Nothing unknown is knowable. Don't you think it's depressing? Prior: The limitations of the imagination? Harper: Yes.

We know the secret of making art, while they only know hte minor secret of making mischief. We proceed from joy, they only have their misery.

Imagination can't create anything new, can it? It only recycles bits and pieces from the world and reassembles them into visions... So when we thing we've escaped the unbearable ordinariness and, well, untruthfulness of our lives, it's really only the same old ordinariness and falseness rearranged into the appearance of novelty and truth. Nothing unknown is knowable. Don't you think it's depressing?

I never imagined losing my mind was going to be such hard work.

Bob's Nobs.

The thing about cancer is that it can always exceed your worst expectations. There is something pornographic about cancer's ability to confound your imagination. Whatever new obscenity cancer comes up with to torment and torture you, it can always do worse tomorrow.

Many people say that Steve Jobs is the Henry Ford or Andrew Carnegie of our time. Those comparisons are completely incorrect. Steve Jobs is Willy Wonka.

The only limit to your impact is your imagination and commitment.