Quotes About Imagination

Maddie swallowed hard and tried to channel… which actress? Damn, she couldn't think of an actress to save her life! She was on her own.

Pru Harris's mom had taught her to make wishes on pink cars, falling leaves, and brass lamps, because wishing on something as ordinary as stars or wishing wells was a sign of no imagination. Clearly

A miniature dancing bear that had to go potty. Scooping him up, Grace ran for the front door, getting him outside just in time for him to race to the closest tree and lift a stumpy leg. Toby, still in his Star War's pj's, trotted across the yard to join him in anointing the tree.

KeepCalmAndRideAUnicorn

Anxiety is having 99 problems and 86 of them are made-up scenarios that might never happen, but you stress about them anyway.

Pretend you still believe I'm that superhero

Don't worry about whether you can do it, Bailey Bean. Just pretend you can. Pretend enough and it becomes real.

I've got a gizmo. No batteries required.

They then spent the next two hours working, just two regular unicorns, getting through their to-do list.

Life would be unbearably dull if we had answers to all our questions.

I love being a wizard. Every day is like Disneyland.

I don't believe in faeries!

All of those faeries and duels and mad queens and so on, and no one quoted old Billy Shakespeare. Not even once.

I've always felt that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity, the physical ones are hardly necessary.

Bring it, Darth Bathrobe!

There are some people who will never understand what loyalty means. They could tell you what it was, of course, but they will never know.They will never see it from the inside. They couldn't imagine a world where something like that was real.

Thomas opened the throttle all the way and passed me, I kid you not, a shiny brass telescope. "Seriously?" I asked him. "Ever since those pirate movies came out, they're everywhere," he said. "I've got a sextant, too." "Any tent you have is a sex tent," I muttered darkly, extending the telescope. Thomas smirked.

I'd gone with my usual option. I was running through long tunnels filled with demons and monsters and nightmares, because it was easier than going to the gym.

There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.

The characters within a book were, from a certain point of view, identical on some fundamental level ? there weren't any images of them, no physical tangibility whatsoever. They were pictures in the reader's head, constructs of imagination and ideas, given shape by the writer's work and skill and the reader's imagination. Parents, of a sort.

My imagination needs therapy.

I love watching him think, Maeve told Lily. You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.

For a second, I wanted very badly to know a spell that would let me melt through the floor in a quivering puddle of please-don't-kill-me.

I felt like I had just double-tapped Santa.