Quotes About Imagination

A man may daydream of how he would spend a million dollars, but playing the same game with a billion dollars sours the fantasy. There are too many possibilities. The house he once wished for with all his heart is suddenly too small. The travel, too cheap. He wanted to visit an island. Now he contemplates buying one.

She was torn between the impulse to run and the urge to curl up like a pill bug, close her eyes, tuck her head beneath her arms, and play the game of since-I-can't-see-monsters-monsters-can't-see-me.

After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.

Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.

She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.

Sam: You know what I wish? Cassel: What? Sam: That someone would covert my bed into a robot that would fight other bed robots to the death for me.

Instead, I try to imagine someone she might fall in love with. Maybe it will be a merrow, and he will give her the gift of breathing underwater and a crown of pearls and take her to his bed under the sea. Actually, that sounds amazing. Maybe I am making all the wrong choices.

I don't imagine myself back in a life like theirs; what I imagine is going over there and scaring them until they cry. I would never, of course. I mean, I don't think I would.

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.

When Tana was six, vampires were Muppets, endlessly counting, or cartoon villains in black cloaks with red polyester lining.

If life were like a video game, she would have used her power move to whip Jen in the air and knock her against the wall with two strikes of a lacrosse stick. Of course, if life really were like a video game, Val would probably have to do that in a bikini and with giant breasts, each one made of separately animated polygons.

To family and Faerieland and pizza and stories and new beginnings and scheming great schemes. I can toast to that.

As a child, Wren read lots of fairy tales. That's why, when the monsters came, she knew it was because she had been wicked.

It is my belief that books are living things.

It turns out birds can't really buy pizza, even if they're enchanted.

And now she was sixteen and felt like she had no imagination left.

Try not to get killed by some handsome, paranoid elf who thinks he's stuck in a ballad. I'll try not to flunk out of physics.

We slept on mattresses stuffed with the soft seed-heads of dandelions.

You're like a story that hasn't happened yet.

It was readers that needed to be protected, he thought. Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.

Faeries…?" I ask. "Yes, yes." He sounds impatient. "The Folk of the Air. Insubstantial, unable to hold one shape. Like the seeds of flowers launched into the sky.

When I met Eldred, he rode up on a milk-white steed, and all the imaginings of my life were as dust and ashes.

We make art. We do not feel the need to cut things apart to see what they're made of.

The title was Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass. He frowned at it in confusion. It wasn't what he'd thought a mortal book would be like; he thought they would be dull things, odes to their cars or skyscrapers.