Quotes About Imagination

E-o pasare ce-i spunem Bate-Vant. Ea da din aripi fara a zbura, De parca zborul ei inseamna a sta In aer, suspendata de un punct.

nu simt decât c? am un curcubeu în cap… ?i trebuie s? beau întruna ap? ca s? nu se evapore… ?i s? stau în lumin? ca s? sclipeasc?… s?-l pot vedea

Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, "Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don't. But you listen to them anyway." So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.

My first paintings were of my dreams. They were more real to me than the reality I was living in--I didn't like my reality. I remember waking up, and the memory of my dreams was so strong that I would write them down, and then I would paint them, in just two very particular colors, a deep green and a night blue. Never anything else.

I made a tape recording of a bridge collapsing and I wanted to play it suddenly and very loudly when people were walking over a big bridge in Belgrade. The council forbid it. Their imagination is tiny; mine is big. I want always to shake everything up.

for the first time I start to actually imagine me sitting on concrete steps like this, or in a class reading lots of fat books and saying what I think.

When I was young, I did actually model and was much photographed by famous photographers. But I was always a bookworm.

In a world where everyone wants black-and-white answers, Coyote finger paints in Technicolor.

El materialismo, nuestro interés exclusivo en lo que es accesible a la razón y que se enmarca en las dimensiones del espacio y del tiempo, nos ha vuelto ciegos a aquello que las supera y que solo es accesible a la intuición y a la imaginación.

El gran filósofo y matemático francés del siglo XVII René Descartes escribió una carta al final de su vida en la que llamaba la atención un comentario singular: «Mi vida estuvo llena de desgracias, muchas de las cuales jamás sucedieron».

Esos miedos que inventamos son los más peligrosos. De esos tenés que libarte, y con urgencia, porque los miedos que inventamos son los únicos que nos pueden enloquecer.

El arte jamás deja de ser una mentira; cuando es verdad, ya no es arte y aburre, porque la realidad es solo un irremediable absurdo hastío.

Hay fantasías que me prometi y desgraciadamente no he cumplido y otras que me cumplí sin prometérmelas

Esos miedos que inventamos son los más peligrosos. De ésos tenés que librarte, y con urgencia, porque los miedos que inventamos son los únicos que nos pueden enloquecer. (Jules y Jim)

intenté imaginar cómo iba a ser el mundo sin mí, qué semblante iría a tener la vida de los otros en mi ausencia. cómo iba a ser la nada, mi nada.

Escribe llubia porque en su campito nunca vio que lloviera con ve corta.

Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.

The exotic and the erotic ideals go hand in hand, and this fact also contributes another proof of a more or less obvious truth - that is, that a love of the exotic is usually an imaginative projection of a sexual desire.

Almost seventy years later I remember clearly how the magic of translating the words in books into images enriched my life, breaking the barriers of time and space...

In my case, literature is a kind of revenge. It's something that gives me what real life can't give me - all the adventures, all the suffering. All the experiences I can only live in the imagination, literature completes.

Life is a shitstorm, in which art is our only umbrella." (spoken by character in a novel by Mario Vargas Llosa)

You cannot teach creativity—how to become a good writer. But you can help a young writer discover within himself what kind of writer he would like to be." Mario Vargas Llosa

Es más fácil imaginar la muerte de una persona que la de cien o mil...Multiplicado, el sufrimiento se vuelve abstracto. No es fácil conmoverse por cosas abstractas.

I always write a draft version of the novel in which I try to develop, not the story, not the plot, but the possibilities of the plot. I write without thinking much, trying to overcome all kinds of self-criticism, without stopping, without giving any consideration to the style or structure of the novel, only putting down on paper everything that can be used as raw material, very crude material for later development in the story.