Quotes About Imagination

Writing fiction is a solitary occupation but not really a lonely one. The writer's head is mobbed with characters, images and language.

longing to trust someone; I was making life a fiction, or writing

a wonderful thing like hazelnuts hidden in chocolate surprises never forgotten secrets never revealed a quest for falling shadows in the voice of angels at dawn lately I wonder about nostalgia candy-framed moments of yesterday shaping times with tender hands I am stories dreamt before birth -- beyond death in a stranger's imagination

If you understood everything in the mind of an author then reading his books would be no fun at all.

Even when our eyes are closed, there's a whole world that exists outside ourselves and our dreams.

No matter how hard you try to create a story that's completely fictional, parts of your own experience are bound to surface.

The sun is nearly audible.

If you were God, what kind of human would you create?" I asked. "I wouldn't change how they look. But I would make them as dumb as chickens. So dumb they'd never even imagine the existence of a god.

Man is a dog's idea of what God should be.

The better the book the more room for the reader.

Because you're like a story that hasn't happened yet. Because I want to see what you will do. I want to be part of the unfolding of the tale.

What an author doesn't know could fill a book.

I stand in front of my window and imagine myself a fearless knight, imagine myself a witch who hid her heart in her finger and then chopped her finger off.

But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?

I like for things to happen, for stories to unfold. And if I can't find a good enough story, I make one.

If wishes were horses , my mortal father used to say, beggars would ride .

She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic.

Stories can justify anything. It doesn't matter if the boy with the heart of stone is a hero or a villain; it doesn't matter if he got what he deserved or if he didn't. No one can reward him or punish him, save the storyteller.

Because stories tell a truth, if not precisely the truth.

It's just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he'd forget my water or food and I'd cry and cry and cry." She stops talking and looks out the window. "I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.

I am not sure I sleep, but I do dream.

In Faerie, there are no fish sticks, no ketchup, no television.

Crowns of flowers on our heads, shooting bows and arrows at the sky. Eating candied violets and falling asleep with our heads pillowed on logs. We were children. Children can laugh all day and still cry themselves to sleep at night.

Rules are different for poets.