Quotes About Imagination

He invented terrible stories…incredible machinations. Really the most striking thing about all these people was their incredible love for the extraordinary. They had to feel that they were exposed to the most extravagant dangers. They saw enemies in all whom they did not know.

Imagination is a form of seeing

For every once upon a time there must be a story to follow, because if a story doesn't, something else will, and it might not be as harmless as a story.

There's a hunger for stories in all of us, adults too. We need stories so much that we're even willing to read bad books to get them, if the good books won't supply them.

In fact, those who most seem to be themselves appear to me people impersonating what they think they might like to be, believing they ought to be, or wish to be taken to be by whoever is setting standards. So in earnest are they that being in earnest is the act. For certain self-aware people, however, this is not possible: to imagine themselves being themselves, living their own real, authentic, or genuine life, has for them all the aspects of a hallucination.

Caroline Malloy, the Crazie, went after her sister with a hammer. Missed, but I can imagine what the hammer did to the floor.

They'll have to come back home in their PJs! Beth cried happily. What if they don't wear pajamas? Caroline asked. Then they'll have to come home in their underwear, said Eddie. What if they don't sleep in their underwear? Caroline asked mischievously. Then they'll have to walk home stark naked! said Eddie, and the girls whooped.

I can't believe this is really happening, Caroline said to Wally, both of them wearing their goblin cloaks and hoods. I'm a real actress at last. Do you know where you'll see my name someday? On a tombstone? said Wally. Caroline flashed him a disgusted look. In lights! On Broadway! Someday you and your brothers will go to the movies and see me up there on the screen. If we see you on the screen, we'll ask for our money back, Wally told her.

I just know she's going to go there today and sneak down in that cellar." "So?" said Jake. "Then what?" asked Josh. So? Then what? After all his brilliant work luring Caroline to the cellar, his brothers didn't know what to do? "What do you mean, then what?" squawked Wally. And he suddenly realized he didn't know either. He put his imagination on fast-forward.

She knew she was going to drop it. Was sure she was going to drop it, so to make sure she didn't, pretended she was carrying a little baby sister across a river filled with alligators. If she dropped her end of the crate, her sister, her dear little sister, her sick little sister, would fall into the water below and be eaten alive.

Wally closed his eyes. He couldn't imaging dragging Eddie anywhere. A tiger, maybe, but not Eddie Malloy.

You don't make art, you find it

To me there is no past or future in art. If a work of art cannot live always in the present it must not be considered at all. The art of the Greeks, of the Egyptians, of the great painters who lived in other times, is not an art of the past; perhaps it is more alive today that it ever was.

We all know that art is not truth. Art is the lie that makes us realise the truth

Todos los niños nacen artistas. El problema es cómo seguir siendo artista cuando creces.

To know what you're going to draw, you have to begin drawing. Picasso

Les bons artistes empruntent, les grands artistes volent.

Writers, of course, are obliged by our professions to spend much of our time going nowhere. Our creations come not when we're out in the world, gathering impressions, but when we're sitting still, turning those impressions into sentences. Our job, you could say, is to turn, through stillness, a life of movement into art. Sitting still is our workplace, sometimes our battlefield.

Un jour, j'irai vivre en Théorie, car en Théorie, tout se passe bien.

Nous avons aussi appris que la plus grande mutilation que l'on puisse faire à l'homme, c'est de le priver de toute insécurité. L'insécurité nous a forcés à tirer de nous-mêmes des richesses que nous ne soupçonnions pas : imagination, créativité, résistance physique et psychique, victoire sur les privations de toutes sortes, les inconforts. (p.231)

God exists only if adored Time is nothing if one has not dreamed (Painting)

poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality. (cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la realite)

Rien ne vaut la peine d'être trouvé que ce qui n'a jamais existé encore.

Latia returned, coming around the curve and stepping through the glass. Yes, it's our path, she reported. And it seems to be near the ogre fen. Oh? How do you know? Esk asked. Oh, nothing specific. Trees twisted into pretzels, boulders cracked with hairy fist marks on them, dragons slinking about as if terrified of anything on two legs. Perhaps I am mistaken.