Quotes About Imagination

Granted, I think it would have been more fun to be Colossus than Shadowcat.

I hate dreams like this," I said. "There's no plot—just random weird things happening. I get enough of that when I'm awake.

If I was writing during that window, then I imagine that the story was likely late as well and absolutely needed to be finished, so once again I met with inspiration at the corner of Late and Hurry up.

It might have been my imagination, but I thought the pair of them rocked back a little, swaying like reeds before an oncoming storm. October wind blew about us, freezing-cold air that took its chill from the icy depths of Lake Michigan. "What do you want?" I asked them. I borrowed frost from the wind and put it in my voice.

You know what, Harry, I don't think this is a garden at all! Genius.

she'd read enough of them to know that they were only as valuable as the contents of their writers' minds—and to her it seemed that a great many writers, had they been merchants, would have precious little inventory.

You can't," Grimm said simply. "You've seen the mistmaw. They haven't.

Esmerelda's blue and green eyes could have made Stevie remember being hired by Mister Snuffleupagus, if that was what she wanted.

You got that paper cup? Right, then. All we need is a stuffed animal.' He stared at me. 'Wh-what did you say?' 'A stuffed animal, man!' I roared at him. 'Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

If you scrunch up your eyes a little, you can almost imagine its features as medieval ramparts and towers and crenellation, standing like some ancient mountain bastion, determined to defend the citizens of Chicago against the plagues and evils of the world. Provided they have enough medical coverage, of course.

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You think your universe is the only universe? Harry, come on. Creation, totally freaking huge. Room enough for you and Spider-Man both.

After all, Bob himself was, essentially, a spiritual creature created from the energy of thought. 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.

It took shape and stood up, an enormous creature of vaguely human shape made all of earth and root and bough, twin points of brilliant emerald-green light burning in its vine-writhing, leaf-strewn head. It had to have been nine or ten feet tall, and nearly that far across. Its legs were thicker than me, and branches spread out above its head like vast horns against the background of luminous mind fog. The creature lifted its head

one of those coins at Michael's

Yer a wizard, Harry

77 days 77 attempted murders Use your imagination, Mab sure as hell did. There was even a ticking crocodile.

In every person there lies a book that can be enjoyed by others only by escaping through the lips or finger tips." - Jim Conover - 2000

An imagination is a powerful tool. It can tint memories of the past, shade perceptions of the present, or paint a future so vivid that it can entice... or terrify, all depending upon how we conduct ourselves today.

In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.

Birds are poems I haven't caught yet

children, those lucky ones to whom clocks are of no consequence but who drift along on the true emotional content of time.

It's up to poets to revive the gods.

How could all this happen when there was an ocean?