Quotes About Imagination

a classic children's book from Catherynne Valente.

Not a very original title," I said. "Well, physicists save their imagination for other things." Harry chuckled.

I'm going to go pee. If the universe is bigger and stranger than I can imagine, it's best to meet it with an empty bladder." "Spoken like a true Boy Scout," Harry said. "A Boy Scout wouldn't need to pee as much as I do," I said. "Sure he would," Harry said. "Just give him sixty years.

the sick horror of unwillingly picturing his child's death, the hollow, horrible ache standing in that place in his life where his daughter had been, and mad, acidic desire to do something more than mourn.

Estaba pensando. En eso de ser ficticio y tal.

Can no one imagine an incompetent Legend?

It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.

I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it.

People who are most afraid of their dreams convince themselves they don't dream at all.

Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man.

You're bound to get idears if you go thinkin' about stuff

Men really do need sea-monsters in their personal oceans

A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers. Everyone takes what he wants or can from it and thus changes it to his measure. Some pick out parts and reject the rest, some strain the story through their mesh of prejudice, some paint it with their own delight. A story must have some points of contact with the reader to make him feel at home in it. Only then can he accept wonders.

I'll want to hear,' Samuel said. 'I eat stories like grapes.

When you're a child you're the center of everything. Everything happens for you. Other people? They're only ghosts furnished for you to talk to.

These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies.

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

I think the difference between a lie and a story is that a story utilizes the trappings and appearance of truth for the interest of the listener as well as of the teller. A story has in it neither gain nor loss. But a lie is a device for profit or escape. I suppose if that definition is strictly held to, then a writer of stories is a liar - if he is financially fortunate.

An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

To the stars, on the wings of a pig.

To the heavens on the wings of a pig.

Well, Samuel rode lightly on top of a book and he balanced happily among ideas the way a man rides white rapids in a canoe. But Tom got into a book, crawled and groveled between the covers, tunneled like a mole among the thoughts, and came up with the book all over his face and hands.

The story was gradually taking shape. Pilon liked it this way. It ruined a story to have it all come out quickly. The good story lay in half-told things which must be filled in out of the hearer's own experience.

I eat stories like grapes.