Quotes About Imagination

Poetry had always seemed something I could turn to in need - an emergency exit, a lifebuoy, as well as a justification.

And I'll tell you what a modern satyr is. He's someone who invents a woman on paper so that he can force her to say and do things no real woman in her right mind ever would.

It was like a journey into space. I was standing on Mars, knee-deep in thyme, under a sky that seemed never to have known dust or cloud.

This story I am telling is all imagination. These characters I create never existed outside my own mind. If I have pretended until now to know my characters' minds and innermost thoughts, it is because I am writing in (just as I have assumed some of the vocabulary and 'voice' of) a convention universally accepted at the time of my story: that the novelist stands next to God. He may not know all, yet he tries to pretend that he does.

PoÅ£i s? ascunzi o crim? folosind cuvinte. Dar pictura este ca o fereastr? cu vedere direct? pân? în str?fundul inimii tale. Tu nu ai f?cut aici decât s? construieÅŸti o mulÅ£ime de ferestruici spre o inim? plin? de tablourile altor pictori la mod?.

daca am fi pasari, ne am inalta si am zbura, ne am pierde in albastru. Dar nu suntem pasari. - totusi, aripile ar putea sa ne creasca. - cum adica? - exista sentimente care ne inalta deasupra pamantului. N ai grija, o sa ai aripi!

In a happy world, there would be no art. I retreat too often into my imagination. In a happy world, the experience of reality would be enough.

hay tiempos que el lenguaje humano aún debe inventar.

Nothing is real. All is fiction. Somewhere there's someone writing us, we're not real. He or she decides who we are, what we do, all about us.

There is a common tendency to turn off one's imagination at certain points and refuse to contemplate the possibility of having to do certain things and cope with the attendant moral problems. The things simply get done by the social machine, and one can keep one's clear conscience and one's moral indignation unsullied.

Gulliver was soon being read from the cabinet council to the nursery.

Richard Brautigan's Trout Fishing in America

I wished i were seven feet tall. I'd hop up there and attack ol' Samson while the crowd went wild. I'd whip him good, send him flying, and become the biggest hero in Black Oak. But, for now, I could only boo him.

There are few things I like better in life than getting lost in a good book.

Writers are generally split into two camps: those who carefully outline their stories and know the ending before they begin, and those who refuse to do so upon the theory that once a character is created he or she will do something interesting.

Mark Twain decía que movía estados y ciudades completos para que encajaran en su narración. Esa es la licencia que se les da a los novelistas o que ellos se toman por su cuenta.

Writers are thieves, We steal stories. We steal names. We steal scenes. We observe the world and we take what we need and modify it.

Poetry...is full of visions pulled more from our hearts than from our minds. Our greatest poems are written in the dust of our deepest memories.

When we think language is on one side and reality is on the other, and then puzzle as to how they link up, we forget that we dwell in language and are merely imagining that we can point at them.

Even as a grown-up, I love pretending to be a grown-up.

Those who say 'you only live once' have never read a book.

The history of a city was like the history of a family—there is closeness and even affection, but death eventually separates everyone from each other. It is only the vividness of memory that keeps the dead alive forever; a writer's job is to imagine everything so personally that the fiction is as vivid as our personal memories.

It is amazing to me, now, how such wild imaginings and philosophies - inspired by a night charged with frights and calamities - made such perfectly good sense to Owen Meany and me, but good friends are nothing to each other if they are not supportive.

This is a writer's lesson: To learn that the sounds that we imagine can be the clearest, loudest sounds of all.