Quotes About Imagination

The Wind in the Willows Retold from the Kenneth Grahame original by Martin Woodside

J.K. Rowling's and Terry Pratchett's. He liked to lose himself in fantasies where people always solved their problems, made sure that right was done and evil cast aside. If only life was that simple.

I'm a great believer in anything that gets anyone reading

Reality is just this game people play together, something their brain decides on, and the minute their brain gets iffy about reality, they realize everything they know about the world is just their own made-up version of it, and that would mean everyone is walking around in their own made-up world, all alone, and reality is just something we invent together to make us feel not so alone. It scares people when some of us check out of the game.

There's the waiting for something you don't know is coming. You don't even know what it is exactly, but you're hoping for it. You're imagining and living your life for it. That's the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.

I don't know anyone else who could dream a world where nothing ends.

Molly s?rt?n? dikle?tirdi ve bir anl???na kendini bir at?n üstünden dünyaya bakarken hayal etti; onu kurtarmaya haz?rd?; kalbinin küt küt atmas?na, ne tür bir karanl?k ya?an?rsa ya?ans?n, karanl???n içinde parlamaya haz?rd?.

In the republic of poetry, poets rent a helicopter to bombard the national palace with poems on bookmarks, and everyone in the courtyard rushes to grab a poem fluttering from the sky, blinded by weeping.

books, teapots, thunderstorms, bridges, street musicians, coming attractions

There is no great genius without a mixture of madness. —Aristotle

New ideas capture and possess the mind that births them," said Robert Grudin in The Grace of Great Things. "They colonize it and renew its laws.

The hallmark of innovation is surprise. No surprise, nothing new. Nothing new, no interest. No interest, no value. Therefore, creating surprise is a crucial step in creating value through innovation.

If you find it hard to describe your idea, don't fix your description. Fix your idea.

When your goal is to describe a vision for the future, information is not enough. People are up to their necks in information. What they need is a way to imagine life after the change, and compare it with life today. That's why it's called a vision and not a plan.

Make a sketch, construct a model, or assemble a prototype. Then another. And another. With each attempt, you'll reveal new possibilities for innovation. Your mind will talk to your hands, and your hands will talk to your mind. This dialogue is called generative thinking, and it happens only when you're making something. It's the active ingredient of design.

What you need beyond that is a facile imagination and the skills to apply it, driven by a passionate will toward a focused goal.

It's almost impossible to reconcile creativity with cleanliness. The sculptor gets metal dust all over his studio. The writer must wade through a clutter of notes, books, and crumpled drafts to get to her desk. The rock musician must weave through a tangle of cables, black boxes, guitar stands, and song notes to sit down and create.

See, if you're nice to people, they'll turn into fire skeletons and fight giant glowing man-gods.

The war to preserve the privilege of mythmaking

Much of our lives involves the word 'no.' In school we are mostly told, 'Don't do it this way. Do it that way.' But art is the big yes. In art, you get a chance to make something where there was nothing.

I hope to refine music, study it, try to find some area that I can unlock. I don't quite know how to explain it but it's there. These can't be the only notes in the world, there's got to be other notes some place, in some dimension, between the cracks on the piano keys.

Imagine what it would be like if TV actually were good. It would be the end of everything we know.

Since she did not know the truth, she assumed a fashioned figure and prepared, with power and in beauty, a substitute for truth.

Whatever it was inside of me, whatever kernel deep inside that enabled me to believe in fairies, in Peter, in the Neverland itself, this was my source of strength. No one could ever take that away from me. As long as I believed, no matter where I was or with whom, I'd always belong. Because I was at home in my own heart." Wendy