Quotes About Imagination

Hunger is the handmaid of genius

It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.

The poetry is all in the anticipation, for there is none in reality

I've lived through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.

Why shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.

There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life that he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.

We saw a faraway town sleeping in a valley by a winding river; and beyond it, on a hill, a vast gray fortress, with towers and turrets, the first I had ever seen, out of a picture."Bridgeport?" said I, pointing."Camelot," said he.

Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.

There are some books that refuse to be written. They stand their ground year after year and will not be persuaded. It isn't because the book is not there and worth being written -- it is only because the right form of the story does not present itself. There is only one right form for a story and if you fail to find that form the story will not tell itself.

You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.

Bring ideas in and entertain them royally, for one of them may be the king.

God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny?

I want to ride in a cold air balloon. "This isn't going anywhere!"

When I first saw a strap on, I put it on my head and ran around like a rhino.

When you're three, you're into custard, and jumping.

It's funny, but I was just thinking I wouldn't mind a repeat of that boring evening when we elapsed to 1953," said Gideon. "Just you and me and Cousin Sofa.

Guess what, Martin Luther King? I had a dream, too.

It's funny with fiction - once you cut something, it hasn't happened anymore.

I always wanted to be a hairdresser.

I bought my brother some gift-wrap for Christmas. I took it to the gift wrap department and told them to wrap it, but in a different print so he would know when to stop unwrapping.

I let my mind wander and it didn't come back.

He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.