Quotes About Imagination

One of the big features of living alone was that you could talk to yourself all you wanted and address imaginary audiences, running the gamut of emotion.

What I really do is take real plums and put them in an imaginary cake.

A novelist is an elephant, but an elephant who must pretend to forget.

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Mrs. May looked back at her. "Kate," she said after a moment, "stories never really end. They can go on and on and on. It's just that sometimes, at a certain point, one stops telling them.

And what if it were only a story?" said Mrs. May quickly, "so long as it was a good story? Keep your sense of wonder, child, and don't be so literal. Anything we haven't experienced for ourselves sounds like a story. All we can ever do is sift the evidence.

Que mundo! Kilómetros y kilómetros, cosas y más cosas, un cúmulo de riquezas inimaginables..., ¡y ella podía haberse quedado sin conocerlo!

Arrietty used to make her 'e's' like little half-moons with a stroke in the middle-" "Well?" said Kate Mrs. May laughed and took up her work again. "My brother did too," she said.

Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket you put your life into it and make something out of that.

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled— to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.

Jack. "It's a picture of these woods!

Annie, I hope you and your brother have a safe trip in your magic tree house," said Mr.

And millions of books," said Annie.

Maybe Cubism started this way. Memory re-arranging a face.

Often I wished for someone to share my mind with; but their hearts were in little things, they would have thought me a dreamer, and I had to plan alone.

Alexander could transmit imagination as some other could transmit lust.

In his imagination the pages were printed not with their own paragraphs only, but with all that he himself had brought to them: it seemed as though he must be identified and revealed in them, beyond all pretence of detachment, as if they were a diary to which he had committed every secret of his heart.

The sons of dreams outlive the sons of seed.

Do you every worry about the situation you leave your characters in when you stop writing? I mean, they've got to stay put like that till one starts again.

The imagination equips us to perceive reality when it is not fully materialized.

I walk up and down the rows. The heads look like rubber halloween masks. They also look like human heads, but my brain has no precedent for human heads on tables or in roasting pans or anywhere other than on top of a human bodies, and so I think it has chosen to interpret the sight in a more comforting manner. - Here we are at the rubber mask factory. Look at the nice men and woman working on the masks.