Quotes About Imagination

Live with liberty, and your imagination can soar.

In imagining myself as modest, mysterious, and fiercely intelligent, I'm forced to realize that, in real life, I am none of these qualities. Nobody dreams of the things he already has.

The houses looked like something a child might draw, a row of shaky squares with triangles on top. Add a door, add two windows. Think of putting a tree in the front yard, and then decide against it because branches aren't worth the trouble.

As a child I assumed that when I reached adulthood, I would have grown-up thoughts. By this I meant that I would stop living in a fantasy world; that, while standing in line for a hamburger or my shot at the ATM, I would not daydream about befriending a gorilla or inventing a pill that would make hair waterproof.

I'd Begin to imagine my life in a foreign country, some faraway land where, if things went wrong, i could always blame somebody else, saying I'd never wanted to live there in the first place.

Missing a nose. With these children Santa has to be careful not to ask, And what would you like for Christmas?

what fantasies are for: they allow you to skip the degradation and head straight to the top.

but that's what fantasies are for: they allow you to skip the degradation and head straight to the top.

To this day, I prefer to believe that inside every television there lives a community of versatile, thumb-size actors trained to portray everything from a thoughtful newscaster to the wife of a millionaire stranded on a desert island. Fickle gnomes control the weather, and an air conditioner is powered by a team of squirrels, their cheeks packed with ice cubes.

Pointing to the oversized crate that served as a manger, one particularly insufficient wise man proclaimed, "A child is bored." Yes, well, so was this adult.

An elf in SantaLand is one thing, an elf in Sportswear is something else altogether.

As my ticket is ripped I'll briefly consider all the constructive things I could be doing. I think of the parks and the restaurants, of the pleasantries I'll never use on the friends I am failing to make. I think of the great city teeming on the other side of that curtain, and then the lights go down, and I love Paris.

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By Thanksgiving I was imagining people naked rather than dead and naked, which was an improvement.

We've gotten ourselves a mortgage broker named Marcus Paisley, a man we obviously chose for his name. Hugh spoke to him yesterday morning and we spent the rest of the day imagining future calls. "I'm starting to see a pattern here, Paisley, and I don't like it.

The Times came last night; tonight it was Newsday and the Voice. I want to tell them we were just joking. It's not a real play, it's what comes from doodling while you're holding a bong.

Ideas are one thing and what happens is another.' (John Cage)

Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. Those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid." —Jules Feiffer

Anything processed by memory is fiction.

Dev wondered if that was the job of fiction, to test-drive the impossible, to loosen our grip on conventional reality. He guessed that's probably what fiction writers would claim—if there were any left, that is.

Mis queridos niños carecen de imaginación, el único futuro que conciben es idéntico al pasado

They are lines that move between external imaginings (mainstream and dissident), the conceptual imaginings of site participants as these were communicated through texts, speech, and other kinds of conscious enactment, and the ways concepts were practically manifested: how care and property, for instance, were done, as well as talked about.

Can we imagine (and perhaps even find) more radical forms of governmental touch—of a state, for instance, that feels and feels its way? Yet imagining a more sensitive form of governmental touch immediately comes up against the problematic of the state. Critical scholarship has long been wary of the proximity and intrusion that a touching-feeling state might engender, but does this mean states should be kept at a distance? Adopting a utopian attitude, can states touch differently?

I often wished that I could split myself a hundred ways and live a hundred separate lives [...]. But in the end, I supposed, we only had one life to lead, and the roads not taken would always outnumber and outshine the roads we end up taking, day by day, without plan.