Quotes About Imagination

Woman is the sun, an extraordinary creature, one that makes the imagination gallop.

Healthy science needs a combination of humility and hope: humility to accept the extent of our ignorance and hope that new discoveries will illuminate the current darkness. However, when we are at the edge of knowledge and data is not forthcoming, well-grounded speculation is the only strategy at our disposal. Without imagination science stagnates.

Cindy thought Godzilla was great. She liked him better than her ant farm. After all, there wasn't much you could do with pet ants except watch them work. We played with Godzilla all afternoon, and all the next day, too. Godzilla liked it when we made tunnels out of grocery bags.

Sharing Godzilla with the rest of the second grade wasn't the best part about Mr. Morris's plan, but it was better than what Margaret had in mind. She wanted to cook Godzilla for dinner. I didn't like Mom and Dad's idea of taking Godzilla back to The Wagging Tail Pet Store, either. So when Mr. Morris said Godzilla could be a class pet, I decided it was the best idea of all. I did the responsible thing. Now Godzilla lives in Mr. Morris's classroom.

Está pretendiendo que todo se repita en una historia imaginada no por usted sino por Bioy Casares.

Magic [makes] possible today what science will make a reality tomorrow.

Aptitude found in the understanding and is often inherited. Genius coming from reason and imagination, rarely.

Simt c? port în mine dou? inimi, e ca ?i cum a? tr?i o a doua via?? — cea din vis.

Art does many things, but for me where art is at its best is in providing a window into the way another mind works.

Why do we as humans create art? Why is Richter's work regarded as art while a book of Dulux colour samples is not?

It doesn't matter how the paint is put on,' he wrote in describing his method, 'as long as something is said. Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.

Mom and Dad chatting around mouthfuls of steak while Junior used the scraps of his hamburger to buttress the walls of Fort French Fry.

Busby Berkeley

They were innocent people. They could just do things you couldn't imagine. I can see code, do you get it? Algorithms that confound straights are just patterns to me. They come in my dreams. I dream the most beautiful programs never written.

You don't even like smoking them. You just like thinking about smoking them.

The scientist in him imagined the scientist in her; he sometimes pictured Violet as a tiny being in the cockpit of a vehicle she didn't understand. Row upon row of dials and switches and knobs, and no instruction manual. Nothing to do but stab and twist at random and see what happened. Punch that button, this appendage flaps. Interesting.

I love telling stories for a living. The process of writing has its frustrations, but also its joys (there's no high like typing "The End.") The research is incredible. I love meeting other authors. I love working on something that's purely mine. But the best part is the idea that I kept somebody up past their bedtime, or made them miss their train stop. As a lifelong addict of story, it makes me happy to think that my work might hit other people the way books hit me.

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

she was so small, you couldn't help but imagine what she looked like naked." -- Brilliance, 2013

she was so small, you couldn't help but imagine what she looked like naked.

It's like the parable about a man who dreamed he was a butterfly. When he woke, he couldn't be sure that he wasn't a butterfly dreaming he was a man. And

In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it.

Bookstores are a giant present waiting to be unwrapped, full of stories and discoveries and lives.

Stories twist and turn and grow and meet and give birth to other stories. Here and there, one story touches another, and a familiar character, sometimes the hero, walks over the bridge from one story into another.