Quotes About Imagination

Magic is a kind of energy. It is given shape by human thoughts and emotions, by imagination. Thoughts define that shape—and words help to define those thoughts. That's why wizards usually use words to help them with their spells. Words provide a sort of insulation as the energy of magic burns through a spell caster's mind.

Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes

When I finally got tired of arguing with her and decided to write a novel as if I was some kind of formulaic, genre writing drone, just to prove to her how awful it would be, I wrote the first book of the Dresden Files.

Imagine Smaug's treasure hoard. Now imagine Smaug with crippling levels of obsessive-compulsive disorder and fanatic good taste.

We followed him through the wealthy splendor of the house. Hardwood floors. Custom carved woodworking. Statues. Fountains. Suits of armor. Original painting, one of them a van Gogh. Stained-glass windows. Household staff in formal uniform. I kept expecting to come across a flock of peacocks roaming the halls, or maybe a pet cheetah in a diamond-studded collar.

There are moments in your life that, when you look back at them, you realize were perfect. A hundred million things had to happen, to all come together at the same time, for such moments to come into existence -- so many things that it beggars imagination to think that they could possibly have happened by random chance. This was one of them.

I rode the dinosaur into the stream of zombies following in the Wardens' wake and let her go to town. Sue chomped and stomped and smacked zombies fifty feet through the air with swinging blows of her snout. Her tail batted one particularly vile-looking zombie into the brick wall of the nearest building, and the zombie hit so hard and so squishily that it just stuck to the wall like a refrigerator magnet, arms and legs spread in a sprawl.

That's the great thing about being a wizard. I can always tell myself, honestly, that things could be worse.

I love you," Journeyman said to the lift crystal. He kissed it and spread his arms across its surface in an embrace. "I love you, you big, beautiful beast. I want you to marry me. I want you to bear my children." "Chief," Grimm said, reproachfully, but his heart wasn't in it.

Everyone thinks magic is something different.

My imagination needs therapy.

You know, I believe it is possible to reference something other than Star Wars, boss." I narrowed my eyes in Muppetly wisdom. "That is why you fail.

We're all imaginary friends to one another

Hell's bells, Morty, I said. Next you'll be telling me that I didn't even meet his shade. That I deluded myself into deluding myself into deluding him into deluding me that I made the whole thing up.

I looked past him to the snack table. It was indeed piled with doughnuts of a number of varieties. Some of them even had sprinkles. My mouth started a quick impression of a minor tributary. But they were doughnuts of darkness. Evil, damned doughnuts, tainted by the spawn of darkness . . . . . . which could obviously be redeemed only by passing through the fiery, cleansing inferno of a wizardly digestive tract.

I have a monster under my bed, and it's Mouse.

Try not to look like that, Ascher said under breath, after we were in the elevator. Like what? I asked. Like you're expecting ninjas to leap out of the trash cans. This is a party. Everyone knows there's no such things as ninjas, I scoffed. But it will be something. Count on it.

Can't you, like, enhance these?" "No," Gary said flatly. "Because I don't have imaginary movie powers.

My laboratory," I said, experimentally, drawing out each syllable. "Why is it that saying it like that always makes me want to follow it with 'mwoo-hah-hah-hah-hahhhhhh'?

Kestus idly added theoretical torture to the theoretical murder, because done right, it might be funny.

and to my dog, without whom I would not be reminded daily that I am essentially little more than a ridiculous human being who has somehow swindled somebody into paying me to write down conversations with my imaginary friends.

metaphors can only take you for a short walk on a tight leash.

After Tolkien I went after C. S. Lewis. After Lewis, it was Lloyd Alexander. After them came Fritz Leiber, Roger Zelazny, Robert Howard, John Norman, Poul Anderson, David Eddings, Weis and Hickman, Terry Brooks, Elizabeth Moon, Glen Cook

The very best wizards don't need much more than chalk, table salt, and a wooden spoon to pull off some remarkable stuff.