Quotes About Imagination

In addition, we have those who, while recognizing the Bible as a revelation from God, blunt its message by applying it to a time other than our own. This may take the form of an eschatologically overworked imagination, which pushes the significance of the Bible into the future. On this approach, the Bible is seen as a source book for end-times prophecies rather than a message that speaks to us in our everyday life.

With the world as it now presents itself, there is something perverse, and probably dysfunctional, about a person who stays in the same house for 40 years. What about the expanding family syndrome, the school-lottery migration, the property portfolio neurosis? Have you no imagination?

You can be so much in a room that the world outside turns to water. You've got the heater blowing out burnt air, but you still don't get warm. Your ankles are singed, but your head's in a bucket of ice. Time drips like a stalactite. The water for the coffee boils away in a tree of steam.

One thing I had learnt, the last person you should ask for a solution is the author. If he knew where he was going, he'd stop dead in his tracks.

In the Buddhist sense, imagination does not so much transform as reveal what is already present, the mind's inherent creativity realizing its essential unity with all phenomena and events. Paradise is thus not so much a place as liberation into the fullness and bounty of everyday experience

A pen is never worthless. In the right hand, it holds a whole world and all the treasures you could ever want. Now write your story. All of it.

I think that Ryu Chishu, or Tanaka Kinuyo, or to be more precise, the imaginary characters they portrayed, were more real to the film buffs than any existing human being. This is why cinephiles are spookier, on the whole, than music lovers or balletomanes. For they are creatures of the dark, getting off on the lives of others.

The Rolling Stone magazine: " Jarrett… demonstrated his strengths – his sure times, his far-ranging imagination, his sharply-honed technique and his particular inner fire, which is at once steady and vulnerable. When he plays alone, Jarrett pushes his creativity to its limits. It's almost scary to hear someone who apparently relies so totally on the spirited, flowing, almost effusive directions of his muse, yet the muse seems to never let him down.

As it turned out, heavy metal would repeatedly prove to be best inspired from a distance—where strong impressions, memories, and images were encouraged to run amok in the imagination.

I made up my mind to tell Joe about what was going on at home after the funny business about Molly's letter. As I went to sleep I imagined myself telling Joe even about the the funny marble feeling that came over me from time to time. Then I remembered a lot of the whopping lies I had told Joe about my mother and father.

I was frightened again, knowing thatmy having seen God that morning was only my stupid imagination. Everything was going to be as bad as it had ever been.

Reading never wears me out.

Every once in a while, people need to be in the presence of things that are really far away.

Siberia is so big, it's almost more an idea than a place

Indeed, and crucially so, the serial form took the control of the novel away from the reader and left him in an imagined space that could not be thought of in terms of the physical space still to be read. At the end of each instalment the reader would contemplate a vacuum, an 'end' which looked forward to a continuing verbal space which he could not measure. He might speculate but he could not know.

we only read when you write

I held on to this fantasy like a stubborn little pit bull.

Ian McDonald

BeeJee &ersenn

She tried to summon the sixteen-o'clock dream. She called it the sixteen-o'clock dream because on any other day, she would just be nodding off as the cablecar pulled away

She tried to summon the sixteen-o'clock dream.

She loved her dream, because in the midst of the lifeswarm, it was one thing that was hers and hers alone, her dream of flying. Just … flying. Never to, or from, anywhere

he looked up and around him in awe and amazement. And saw the faces in the architecture.

the small knot of raincoated citizens loitering at a waxman's booth suddenly cast off their waxed raincoats to become iridescent birds of paradise and pulled from the waxman's awning long, streaming banners with which they danced through the crowds of workaday citizens, wrapping them in rippling silk and mystery while from the back of the booth roman candles ignited and fountained silver fire into the air.