Quotes About Imagination

Englemos," sa sniff nonchalant. "Bare barnslig tøv." I hvert fall for alle som har sett i en stjernekikkert.

The Dweller Under the Sink had still not come out to eat but was probably living a secret and important life by himself.

Can you win anything better than the useless rewards of a fantastical imagination?

At the same time they both caught sight of a third curly flourish on a tree-trunk right in front of them, but it was terribly high up, at least three feet above the ground. "That's it, I'm sure," said Sniff, stretching himself. "I must be taller than I thought!

Sophia thought about the bathrobe more and more. The thing living in it was as quick as lightning but could lie in wait for days without moving. It could make itself thin and slide through a crack in the door, and then roll itself up again and crawl under the bed like a shadow. It didn't eat and never slept and hated everyone, most of all its own family. Sophia didn't eat either, that is, nothing but sandwiches.

This wasn't at all what I wanted to talk about, which is this: How did the rabbits get all covered with flowers?" "Tell them it's a secret. Tell them they don't need to know." "Exactly," said Anna. "You're right. That's the best thing you've said tonight. They don't need to know, and I don't want to know. So there!

It's the unexpressed that interests me, he thought. I've been drawing too explicitly; it's a mistake to clarify everything.

The Snork Maiden looked around her. Then she leaned forward and whispered in the Fillyjonk's outstretched ear: "First you must turn seven times around yourself, mumbling a little and stamping your feet. Then you go backward to a well, and turn around, and look down in it. And then, down in the water, you'll see the person you're going to marry!" "And how do you get him up from there?" asked the Fillyjonk excitedly.

Rubiini muuttui kuin meri. Väliin se oli vain vaalea, sitten siihen valahti ruusunväriä aivan kuin lumihuipulle auringon noustessa - ja äkkiä sen sisimmästä kohosi tummanpunaisia liekkejä. Se saattoi muuttua aivan kuin mustaksi tulppaaniksi, jonka heteinä hehkuivat pienet säkenet.

There one is safe. In a museum or in a lap or in a tree. Perhaps under the bedclothes. But the best thing of all is to sit high up in a tree, that is if one isn't still inside one's Mummy's tummy.

Grandmother sat in the magic forest and carved outlandish animals. She cut them from branches and driftwood and gave them paws and faces, but she only hinted at what they looked like and never made them too distinct. They retained their wooden souls...

is that they come up with so many ideas and then they manage to carry them out and believe so strongly in what they do.

Mari hörte nicht so genau zu, ein abenteuerlicher Gedanke begann Form anzunehmen: die Möglichkeit eines ganz eigenen Alleinseins in Frieden und Erwartung, fast eine Art Jux, den man sich erlauben kann, wenn man mit Liebe gesegnet ist.

Berenice's drawing was good. It had been done in a kind of painstaking fury, and depicted a creature with a black hole for a face. This creature was moving forward with its shoulders hunched. Its arms were long scalloped wings, like those on a bat. They began near its neck and dragged on the ground on either side, a prop or perhaps a hindrance for the vague, boneless body.

Er hatte hundert Nächte und hundert Tage geschlafen, und jetzt wimmelten die Träume noch um ihn herum und wollten ihn wieder in den Schlaf zurückziehen.

It's a beautiful thought, to meet a writer only in her books.

I wish I was more Moomin-minded.

Hiutale toisensa jälkeen laskeutui hänen lämpimälle kuonolleen ja suli. Hän pyydysti niitä käpäläänsä ihaillakseen niitä hetken, hän katseli ylöspäin ja näki niiden leijuvan kasvojaan kohti. Niitä tuli yhä enemmän ja enemmän, pehmeinä ja kevyinä kuin untuvat. Näinkö se käykin? mietti Muumipeikko. Ja minä kun luulin, että lumi kasvaa alhaalta päin!

A theatre is the most important sort of house in the world, because that's where people are shown what they could be if they wanted, and what they'd like to be if they dared to and what they really are

I always loved 'Gullivers Travel's. A giant man in a tiny world, a tiny man in a giant world. And there is one line I remember, though perhaps I imagined it: 'I like a tiny man with a lot of spunk in him.' Well, I'm a tiny man and so have I. And I can prove it.

Why does everyone think the future is space helmets, silver foil, and talking like computers, like a bad episode of Star Trek?

To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.

I define this advanced level of power as the ability to take something that you believe could never come to pass, declare it possible, and then move that possibility into a tangible reality.

listen: the dark we've only ever imagined now audible, thrumming, marbled with static like gristly meat. a chorus of engines churns. silence taunts: a dare. everything that disappears disappears as if returning somewhere.