Quotes About Imagination

Son," his father said, leaning forward. "Stories don't always have happy endings." This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect. His

Because who can say in the end that any one of these places is more real than any other?

Le storie sono creature selvagge e indomite, continuò il mostro. Quando le liberi, chi può sapere quali sconvolgimenti potranno compiere?

Que importaria la distancia si solo fuera un sueno

Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

Ma che cos'è un sogno, Conor O'Malley? Chi può dire che non sia un sogno tutto il resto?

Besides, what was more perfect an object than a book? The different rags of paper, smooth or rough under your fingers. The edge of the page pressed into your thumbprint as you turned a new chapter. The way your bookmark -fancy, modest, scrap paper, candy wrapper -moved through the width of it, marking your progress, a little further each time you folded it shut.

A book, it's a world all on its own, too. A world made of words, where you live for a while. And then it's over and then he'll leave that world forever.

In her dreams, she flies.

And now it's time to hand the baton to you. Stories don't end with writer, however many started the race. So go. Run with it. Make trouble.

Patrick Ness, A MONSTER CALLS

Copyright (C) 2012 by Rachel Swirsky

Copyright (C) 2012 by Michael Swanwick

BRIT MANDELO The Finite Canvas

Patrick Nielsen Hayden

Wit is the unexpected copulation of ideas.

When you're 14, anything with a sword and a dragon is pretty cool. But when you're 21 and you've read 2 000 fantasy novels, you start to realize that some of those books, well, they weren't really good. OK, let's be honest. A lot of them were crap.

You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way.

I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

Still, these days when I daydream about the movie, I don't think about the big picture. It's more fun for me to think of little things that would add to the movie. I like to think the powers that be would let me amuse myself with some small things in order to shut me up while they re-write the screenplay to turn Kvothe into a lesbian, shape-changing unicorn.

More books than I could read? Somehow I doubted that.

I hate it when I have to wait the next book in a series to come out. Don't you hate it when you have to wait for the next book in a series to come out?

Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold. That, I think, was easier than this. Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.

In the future, when Joss Whedon and I are best friends and hanging out together in my tree fort, I hope Neil Gaiman comes over too.