Quotes About Imagination

Buckets,' said Cimorene. 'Lots of buckets, and soap, and lemon juice. Where do you keep your buckets, Mendanbar?' 'Around somewhere,' Mendanbar said vaguely.

Thank God!" he said, and kissed her. Kissing Mairelon was much nicer than anything she had ever dared to imagine, despite the headache.

After this, anything might happen. Anything at all. - The End

So, in a fit of pique, I came up with the silliest thing I could think of, and handed the book in under the title "Bowling for Dragons

I'd rather be eaten by a dragon.

Fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread."   Ballimore shook her head. "Nonsense, dear. It's just Princess Cimorene and the King of the Enchanted Forest." "And neither of us is English," Cimorene added.

One of the things everybody seems to want to ask writers is, "Where do you get your ideas?" When people ask me this, my usual response is, "Ideas are the easy part. The hard part is writing them down.

I'm not going to dress in velvet robes with ermine trim when I'm spending the day hanging pictures and cleaning out the attic in the South Tower, no matter how much Willin would like it," Mendanbar said firmly.

I tried to imagine a dragon eating apples and failed.

Patricia C. Wrede

I hate it when everyone is so noble and good in a story that you can't imagine it being true at all.

I already know (or believe—which comes to the same thing in my Catholic worldview) that daydreaming doesn't make things up. It sees things. Claims things, twirls them around, takes a good look. Possesses them. Embraces them.Makes something of them. Makes sense. Or music. How restful it is, how full of motion. My first paradox.

This nostalgia, like much nostalgia, was not for something actually experienced and lost, but for a notion held in the fond focus of the imagination.

My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people.

My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people.

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.

But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.

You will prosper and be in health as your soul prospers. Your imagination is part of your soul and when it is submitted to God's perspective and will, you will attract what you see.

The dethronement of a male God was a crucial task on my journey. My imagination, intellect, and vision were freed of the shackles of a lifetime as his words and images were exorcised from my mind, heart and body.

You have a story in there, Lucy," she said, touching my head. "Or a character, a place, a poem, a moment in time. When you find it, you will write it. Word after word after word after word," she whispered.

Miss Skylark once said it's heroic to make something beautiful out of a blank page," I say. "With art or words.

Out of our writer mouths Will come clouds Rising to the sky Dropping rain words below. And when the clouds leave The sun will shine down word After word After word Planting our stories in the earth. —Russell

You will have a story in there. . . or a character, a place, a poem, a moment in time. When you find it, you will write it. Word after word after word after word.

My greatest fear is being somewhere without a book.