Quotes About Imagination

You cannot be a great writer in a shop where words are sold in tens and twenties.

They're old letters from this fellow Chubb and I used to know, he sang, almost in a whisper, and I imagined that the birds, if they could hear him, rustled in their sleep, on their roosts: his words entering their dreams, calling to them.

She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead she said, You drool when you sleep.

Powdered donuts, Tyson said earnestly. I will look for powdered donuts in the wilderness. He headed outside and started calling, Here, donuts!

Daddy will explain. Come, he is blowing up monsters.

I guessed his name was Face of Horror. I wondered how long it had taken his mom to think of that. Bob? No. Sam? No. How about Face of Horror?

Your head is full of kelp.

I thought maybe he was seeing another tree. - Juniper

When I got across, I looked back and saw Tyson giving Grover a piggyback ride (or was it a goatyback ride?).

Forget the chicken-nugget smoke screen. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat.

Coach Hedge yelled,"Thar she blows! Kansas, ahoy!" "Holy Hephaestus," Leo muttered. "He really needs to work on his shipspeak.

Is that me?,' Leo said. 'Like me--having this dream--looking at me having a dream?

I seriously needed an extra-strength magic pillow, because my ba refused to stay put. [And no, Sadie, I don't think wrapping my head in duct tape would've worked either.]

I uncapped the blade, flung open the door, and found myself face-to-face with a black pegasus. Whoa, boss! Its voice spoke in my mind as it clopped away from the sword blade. I don't wanna be a horse-ke-bob!

Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.

George unhinged his jaw and coughed up a little plastic bottle filled with chewable vitamins. You're kidding, I said. Are those Minotaur-shaped? Hermes picked up the bottle and rattled it. The lemon ones, yes. The grape ones are Furies, I think. Or are they hydras? At any rate, these are potent.

Percy imagined what that would be like: getting an apartment in this tiny replica of Rome, protected by the legion and Terminus the OCD border god. He imagined holding hands with Annabeth at a cafe. Maybe when they were older, watching their own kid chase seagulls across the forum...

Carter, not to be unkind, I said, but the last few months you've been seeing messages about Zia everywhere . Two weeks ago, you thought she was sending you a distress call in your mashed potatoes. It was a Z! Carved right in the potatoes!

It almost made me long for the flying pig. --Percy

Most helmsmen would've been satisfied with a pilot's wheel or a tiller. Leo had also installed a keyboard, monitor, aviation controls from a Learjet, a dubstep soundboard, and motion-control sensors from a Nintendo Wii. He could turn the ship by pulling on the throttle, fire weapons by sampling an album, or raise sails by shaking his Wii controllers really fast. Even by demigod standards, Leo was seriously ADHD.

Yay!' he said. 'Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM!

I gave the dwarves an arrogant look, like, Yeah, that's right. I've got a talking disco sword and you don't.

Fish Ponies! I put them on the ceiling! -Tyson

Curled up at the base of the scales, fast asleep, was the oddest monster I'd seen yet. It had the head of crocodile with a lion's mane. The front half of its body was a lion, but the back end was sleek, brown, and fat - a hippo, I decided. The odd bit was, the animal was tiny - I mean, no larger than an average poodle, which I suppose made him a hippodoodle.