Quotes About Imagination

In their beaks they pinched the edges of the town, plucked it up and flew away with it

He pictured them in his room, shadows, dark upon dark, Beans's penlight like a starflake moving in the darkness...

When she dreams of love, she dreams of smashed potatoes.

Real mothers don't die, said Ferdi. No one had an answer to that. So we talked about oranges. Like mothers, oranges were a common topic. Enos said he had eaten them many times, but Ferdi said they were only made up. What do oranges taste like? I asked Enos. He closed his eyes. Like nothing else. What do they look like? Like a little sun before it sets. Feeding said, Oranges don't exist.

We were pretending, and everybody knew you didn't get hurt pretending.

Furthermore, the world of books, like meat in cans, was somehow richer and more flavorful than the everyday variety. In ordinary life, for example, one saw many people without really knowing them, while in books one even knew what people were thinking and planning.

As a boy I got the idea that death was an animal which lay curled inside waiting to swallow us.

May God keep the beautiful women safe from people with wild imagination.

It reminded me I could go anywhere when I got older, explore bottomless blue-green oceans, climb icy snow-capped mountains, drink tea with monks.

Hallblithe was created by William Morris and appeared in The Story of the Glittering Plain Which Has Also Been Called the

And the and-then-I-woke-up-and-it-was-all-a-dream ending is simply inexcusable in fiction intended for an audience over the age of four.   The Golden Bottle will take two hours from the readers' life that they won't get back.

He considered it a shame when people couldn't grasp the infinite-a failure not just of imagination but of simple vision.

Some memories remain close; you can shut your eyes and find yourself back in them. These are first-person memories—I memories. But there are second-person memories, too, distant you memories, and these are trickier: you watch yourself in disbelief.

Zo gaat het wanneer je je verliest in dromen, dacht hij: je droomt van het een, je droomt van het ander en voor je het weet heb je je hele leven verslapen.

I mean, who are you if you can't make it up? Especially people like you and me. Are we just supposed to stay the shitheads our parents and high schools sent out into the world, the ones our classmates assumed would do nothing with our lives?

This is what happens when you live in dreams, he thought: you dream this and you dream that and you sleep right through your life. He needed coffee.

Great fiction tells unknown truths. Great film goes further. Great film improves Truth. After all, what Truth ever made $40 million in its first weekend of wide release? What Truth sold in forty foreign territories in six hours? Who's lining up to see a sequel to Truth?

Everyone sees the same movie, but every reader experiences a different book, because reading involves you in hours of active, creative work, the characters, their movements and thoughts re-created in your own mind, their struggles and triumphs connecting to your own until a book becomes like a piece of music you've played—and sometimes mastered—over a period of days, or weeks.

Great fiction tells unknown truths.

Life, he thought, is a blatant act of imagination

Unless we are very young or lifelong fools, we do not look to artists --- or their biographers --- for our role models. Their work is enough.

Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning, but for children play is serious learning." Mr. Rogers

I think there are very few people who have a capacity to see the future. So it can be difficult when you are talking about something where nothing about it exists yet.

Prove to me that you are not a figment of my imagination. Am I a computer simulation? Does the door swing both ways? How can something come from nothing? How do you know a line is straight? If animals wanted to be eaten, would it be okay? If time stopped then stared again, would we know about it? What happens when you get scared half to death twice? What is creationism? What is ethical?