Quotes About Imagination

I'm always astonished by a forest. It makes me realise that the fantasy of nature is much larger than my own fantasy. I still have things to learn.

Writing is a form of running away. Running away to a place you made with your own hand.

Writing is like running away. Running away to a place you made with your own hand.

Fantasy for the most part is really just reality reflected through a storybook lens.

("we appreciated the intricately thought-out, detailed universe you've created for your story." ~Arthur A. Levine Books (publishers of The Harry Potter series.)) about my book!

Writing is a form of running away. Running away to a place you made by your own hand.

There is more magic in our own world than in any world of fantasy.

He wondered fleetingly how many people who sat alone for hours as they scribbled their stories practiced talking about their work during their coffee breaks....

A story just isn't a story without a dragon.

I don't feel there's any reason to apologise for having a wicked imagination. I think it's important as a maker of fantasy and of horror.

Just tell yourself they're only stories. Pamela K. Kinney (Spectre Nightmares and Visitations)

After watching too many scary movies it was hard not to have an overactive imagination, along with an inherent distrust of seemingly benevolent (and sometimes inanimate) things, like lawn gnomes.

I create neo-surreal gardens with my paint brush

Everything you're telling me was just a story, and now it's real.

I'd rather be eaten by a dragon.

Fantasy is a wise lie.

I'm about to start reading it again, because what good is a story you only want to read once?

I CLOSED MY EYES AND PRETENDED SHE WAS YOU. illutions- aprilynne pike

Go and you will see that nothing is as wonderful as our dreams can make it

Magic happens to those who believe in it."-Zonosh, Wizard of the Elements

And he kept himself captive of his imaginations.

To read is to live inside a new world...

I was born an only child in Vienna, Austria. My father found hours to sit by me by the library fire and tell fairy stories.

As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.