Quotes About Imagination

He liked the way the story unfolded as he wrote, liked the way the answers just came to him sometimes, out of the blue, like they were true things just waiting to be discovered by him.

Remember when . . . ? Stories like that were will-o'-the-wisps, glowing in the deepest, darkest parts of forests, leading travelers farther and farther from safety, out toward an ever-moving mark.

I imagine what it would be like to have my own crown, my own power. Maybe I wouldnt have to be afraid to love him. Page 305

You can't play pretend forever.

Talk to me," I say. "Tell me another fairy tale. Tell me something.

None of that seemed real, but the world would certainly be cooler with something so unreal in it.

Te estaba imaginando a mi lado, Jude, dándome un montón de ridículas ordenes que, no obstante, obedecí.

But books feel real. Surely they must seem more real to you than anyone. They can hurt you. They can break your heart.

Jasper just kept looking angry and staring up at the sky as if hoping to be saved by a helicopter or an air elemental, or maybe an elemental driving a helicopter.

sprites wearing acorn caps and wielding glaives the size of toothpicks battled above a sea of tiger lilies.

I will serve up delights you've never imagined,' Locke's smile is infectious. He will serve up trouble, that's for sure. Trouble I have no time for. 'Have a care,' I say, drawing Locke's attention to me for the first time. 'I am sure you would not wish to insult the High King's imagination.' 'Indeed, I'm sure not,' Cardan says in a way that's difficult to interpret.

Everyone wants magic. It's not just me.

Will you tell me about the constellations?' I asked him. 'I thought you didn't like me,' he said. 'I can pretend,' I told him. 'For one night.

Many times in his first nine years, Prince Cardan slept in the hay of the stables when his mother didn't want him in their suite of rooms. It was warm there, and he could pretend he was hiding, could pretend that someone was looking for him. Could pretend that when he was not found, it was only because the spot he'd chosen was so extremely clever.

LET ME TELL YOU something about unicorns—they're faeries and faeries aren't to be trusted. Read your storybooks. But maybe you can't get past the rainbows and pastel crap. That's your problem.

I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

Even if you are completely delusional, we still have to work out your delusion, right? An imaginary problem needs an imaginary solution.

Las cosas buenas no ocurren en los libros de cuentos. O cuando lo hacen, algo malo siempre pasa después, porque de lo contrario, la historia seria aburrida, y nadie lo leería

When it was his turn to talk, he told stories. He told me ones I knew, old stories, and he told me old-sounding ones I had never heard.

I imagine Locke taking my hands tonight, imagine him sweeping me around the hill.

It was warm there, and he could pretend he was hiding, could pretend that someone was looking for him.

He remembered her with ink-stained fingers and a messy apartment full of paperbacks.

Her mind would careen along one path and then another, making imaginary moves and countermoves, a chess game played against herself to no purpose except indulging her anxiety. A snake eating its own tail and then choking on it.

If you could reach your hand up far enough, could you pluck the moon from the sky? "I wouldn't play the game if I couldn't win.