Quotes About Imagination

At the very first he knew he was lying, but it was not long before he was equally sure that every one of his stories was true.

I will go so far as to say that the writer who is not scared is happily unaware of the remote and tantalizing majesty of the medium.

Someday there'd be a way, maybe ice, maybe some other way, to get a peach like this here I got in my hand clear to Philadelphia.

He saw the world through gray water.

Was she very beautiful, Samuel? To you she was because you built her. I don't think you ever saw her--only your own creation.

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

I come from a whole goddam family of inventors, said Will. We had ideas for breakfast. We had ideas instead of breakfast. We had so many ideas we forgot to make the money for groceries.

Oh! Alice in Wonderland. You're too big for that.

Without travel, writing dies.

They reminded him of something—what was it?—some memory, some picture. He strove to find it and then it came of itself. It rose out of the years complete with all its colours and its cries, its crowded feelings.

I remember thinking how wise a man was HC Andersen. The king told his secrets down a well, and his secrets were safe. 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.

Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a 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. And

Sometimes it helps to pick out one person-a real person you know, or an imagined person-and write to that one.

Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans.

When he read his father's books, he was the first. He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day.

You're bound to get ideas if you go thinking' about stuff.

Não tem medo que não seja bom como a gente imaginou? [morar na Califórnia] Respondeu ela rapidamente - [...] Seria viver muitas vidas ao mesmo tempo. Temos mil vidas diante de nós, mas, ao fim delas, todas se tornam uma só.

Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.

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.

He found that he could communicate his material daydreaming—and, properly applied, that is all advertising is.

Pretend it's true and maybe it will be. Go through the motions

Çok zaman?m oldu düÅŸünecek. Sana bir ÅŸey sormak istiyorum. En son çirkinlikten öncesini hat?rlayam?yorum. Çok güzel miydi Samuel? Senin gözünde güzeldi, çünkü sen kurmuÅŸtun onu. Bence sen onu hiç görmedin, kendi yarat?n? gördün sadece.

It seems to me that Montana is a great splash of grandeur. The scale is huge but not overpowering. The land is rich with grass and color, and the mountains are the kind I would create if mountains were ever put on my agenda. Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans.

I also wonder what would have happened if Steinbeck had forsaken Le Morte d'Arthur and invented a world of his own. Free to follow his own course, he might have crafted a major work of fantasy. It's not as unlikely as it may seem. His first novel, Cup of Gold: A Life of Sir Henry Morgan, Buccaneer, with Occasional Reference to History, was one of high adventure, with more fiction than history.