Quotes About Imagination

somos nosotros, los psicoanalistas, quienes en el silencio de la escucha imaginamos mentalmente, en forma de escena, el origen del sufrimiento experimentado por el neurótico".

Do little pink fairies sing and dance in your world, Peabody?" "Sometimes, when it's very quiet and no one else can see.

Whenever a child says "I don't believe in fairies" there's a little fairy somewhere that falls right down dead.

When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

Do you believe in fairies? If you believe clap your hands. Don't let Tinker die.

All words are possible, then, all names. They rain down, all these words, they disintegrate into a powdery avalanche. Belched from the volcano's mouth, they spurt in to the sky, then fall again. In the quivering air, like gelatine, the sounds trace their bubble paths. Can you imagine that?

La mémoire d'un enfant exagère les distances et les hauteurs.

My business is to paint what I see, not what I know is there.

Practical people would be more practical if they would take a little more time for dreaming.

A book is the only real escape from this fallen world.

It's that simple. A book is the only real escape from this fallen world. Aside from death.

Do you know why God invented writers? Because He loves a good story. And He doesn't give a damn about words. Words are the curtain we've hung between Him and our true selves. Try not to think about the words. Don't strain for the perfect sentence. There's no such thing. Writing is guesswork. Every sentence is an educated guess, the reader's as much as yours. Think about that the next time you curl a piece of paper into your typewriter.

Do you know why God invented writers? Because he loves a good story. And he doesn't give a damn about the words. Words are the curain we've hung between him and our true selves. Try not to think about the words. Don't strin for the perfect sentence. There's no such thing. Writing si guesswork. Every sentence is an educated guess, the readers as much as yours.

Every book is a miracle,' Bill said. 'Every book represents a moment when someone sat quietly - and that quiet is part of the miracle, make no mistake - and tried to tell the rest of us a story.

Lies Bücher. So einfach ist das. Ein Buch ist die einzige wirkliche Flucht aus dieser gefallenen Welt. Außer dem Tod.

No, there was nothing unusual in any of these dreams as dreams. They were merely displaced in Time.

When I'm supposed to be writing, I end up making up names," says Lucas of the mercenary's christening. "I have a couple of little books that are lists of names. Whenever I think of a name, whenever I'm in the shower, I'm with friends, or see a sign, I write it down in my little book. So when I have a new character, sometimes I'll go down the list and pick a name out that seems to fit that particular character.

Aberjhani can write about anything, and give it uncommon beauty.

In dreams, as in love, all is possible.

There are always possibilities.

I can just imagine the kind of book cover they'll insist on. Some really heroic pose by you doing something you never did, probably. Maybe in battle armor. With a gun." "Like that would ever happen. So if I die, you'll just write a memoir?" "No, I'll probably get a cat, too.

Can something that does not exist be able to break? It is an interesting question." "More like the sort of question that drives an engineer crazy.

Yes," Kira said, wondering why a boy who had come to another world in a silvery ship would find that impressive. "Come on! We need to get good seats." Jason followed, staring around like a kid from the Great Woods encountering his first Mechanic devices.

Have you ever wondered who you would be if you hadn't grown up in the Syndicate Worlds?" "You mean, if I'd been born on some Alliance planet?" "Perhaps," Iceni said. "Or perhaps somewhere else. Some star system far away, where they've never heard of the Alliance or the Syndicate Worlds or the war. Suppose you had grown up there? Who would you be?