Quotes About Imagination

It's surreal to know my dreams are coming true.

What I like in this job is you can travel to many places, many imaginations.

It is the nature of stories to leave out far more than they include.

The power of fiction is that it gives us, as readers, the opportunity to move inside another human being, to look out through that person's eyes, hear with her ears, think with his thoughts, feel with her feelings. It is the only form of art which can accomplish that feat so deeply, so completely. And thus it is the perfect bridge for helping us coming to know the other - the other inside as well as outside ourselves. (x)

We writers can use our own longing - and frequently do - without ever having to understand or analyze it. That is why our stories are often wiser than we are.

Where do storytellers find the wisdom to discover their own stories? From no place more mysterious than their own hearts.

A cry drifted along Walnut Street, more mournful than any tears. It rode a puff of breeze into the bedroom where Mark lay, holding himself awake. Bark! Bark! Bark! A-wooooo-ooo-ooo! Bark! Bark! Awooo! Mark popped up like a jack-in-the-box. The cry came again, thin and clear. It sounded exactly like, "Mark, Mark Mark. I need yoooo-ooo-oou!" Surely he was imagining things.

Can you imagine a world without men? No crime and lots of happy fat women.

Kill the imagination and you kill the soul. Kill the soul and you're left with a listless, apathetic creature who can become hopeless or brutal or both.

Science fiction encourages us to explore... all the futures, good and bad, that the human mind can envision.

For this is the great secret, which was known to all educated men in our day: that by what men think, we create the world around us, daily new.

Still Dev missed him. Not all the time or even very often, but now and then, missing would hit Dev, throw him off balance, a sudden, undeniable ache to know his father, how his voice sounded, what his face did when he read the paper or looked at his son. And the missing wasn't fair; it wasn't earned. In fact, the missing, the searching, the imagining were so unfair that when you put them all together, they looked a lot like betrayal.

The Antioch Beach library was like something out of a good dream, if you're the kind of person who dreams about libraries, which I am ...

feel like there are all these unmade things inside my head, waiting for me to let them loose into the world. A whole galaxy of unmade things, so bright it hurts.

She thought about that word "capture," how it put a writer on par with a fur trapper or big-game hunter, and how it implied that stories were whole and roaming around loose in the world, and a writer's job was to catch them.

But our little stories were glimpses into the interior; colorful postcards from the lands of Martin and Cornelia.

This was what death would be, too, she imagined: a moment that would happen once and then recur each time it was encountered in memory,

Creativity Loves Constraints.

Fiksie verg nou eenmaal 'n gedeeltelike verdoeseling of vervalsing van feite, anders is dit nie meer fiksie nie.

And yet there is space for human creativity to creep between those iron bars. We bend them, we slip through them from time to time.

Among the scarecrows in this vision he could see members of his own family.

Teacher: What do you want to be when you grow up? Marji: I'll be a prophet.

Prospero is man-the-artist, or man-the-scholar: Ariel and Caliban represent his ethereal and material selves—the one airy, imaginative, and swift; the second earthy, gross, and appetitive.

But if we create our own Shakespeare, it is at least as true that the Shakespeare we create is a Shakespeare that has, to a certain extent, created us.