Quotes About Imagination

Children were huge, wild creatures full of promise and hope and dirt and mischief.

To everyone who has ever dreamed of flying and to all of you who have flown with me.

Mercy closed her eyes, the better to savor the most incredible pleasure she'd ever felt. She was never ever going to accuse Riley of being uncreative again. The man had plenty of imagination. Plenty. His tongue was doing things to her that she knew were illegal somewhere, and—"Riley!" Her body shook under the force of a wickedly powerful orgasm as he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking hard.

I want the stars for you.

Her body didn't seem to have received the memo that she wasn't interested in sex with a T-Rex. Probably because she kept fantasizing about all kinds of things that could lead to nakedness with said T-Rex.

You young people. Where do you think you come from, huh?" "I arrived by stork," Raj said seriously. "My brother and sister by magic.

conclusions from his dreams, he thought the next morning as he dressed

My friend Ian Hagemann, a regular at Wiscon, once said on a panel that when he reads science fiction futures that are full of white people and no one else, he wonders when the race war happened that wiped out the majority of the human race, and why the writer hasn't mentioned such an important plot point.

So there's a freeing up that happens when I can go into that storytelling mode...It isn't about how much sense you make, it is about how compelling you are. (interview)

The point of fiction is to cast a spell, a momentary illusion that you are living in the world of the story

In the back of my mind's eye, everything had a fuzzy green haze on it, like a brand-new tennis ball. The world was getting its Shine on.

The poor man is not he who is without a cent, but he who is without a dream.

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined.

[I]nspiration abounds when I skip and I do feel like a kid again. It frees the cobwebs, stimulates the soul, and enlightens the spirit.

Fairy tales, as Nell had said, are always complicated.

Looking back on it, I suspect that we were trying to keep the world of our letters apart from the world in which we lived. Perhaps we had become so accustomed to the magic of words on paper that we were afraid a face-to-face meeting might break the spell.

For students of every ability and background, it is the simply miraculous act of reading a good book that turns them into readers. The job of adults who care about reading is to move heaven and earth to put that book into a child's hands.

The amount of insight to be gained from reading novels is tremendous.

My brother, Stephen, has always said I live in a world of fairy tales. That is laughable, though, because the books I read contain all sorts of murder and mayhem, usually committed with revolvers or knives, and once even a machete.

I make believe all my dear ones are not gone, just out of my line of sight beyond some curtain or cluster of people, or tree

Most of all, it was the wild music that impressed Matt. It did the same thing that playing the piano had done when he was frightened and lonely. It took him into another world where only beauty existed and where he was sage from hatred and disappointment and death.

That was the best kind of story: when the teller was as much under its spell as the listener.

All of his faculties of observation, exploration, imagination, and contemplation, together with his experimental skill, meticulous record keeping, and sheer determination, would be tested to the full and not found wanting.

My latest and most unusual fantasy is that I am both a woman and a man and that I am having sexual relations with myself. I imagine that I am able to give myself all the sexual satisfaction I have ever desired. It is a complicated fantasy to work out, but I think eventually it will work.