Quotes About Imagination

Percy: You just hit the lord of the titans with a blue plastic hairbrush.

The wait deep water was so cold I imagined I'd be singing soprano for the rest of the week.

How about this?" I drew the Arrow of Dodona from my quiver. "We'll ask my prophetic friend. Surely it has a better idea—perhaps access to last-minute hotel deals!" I lifted the projectile in my trembling fingers. "O great Arrow of Dodona—" "Is he talking to that arrow?" Lu asked Meg. "He talks to inanimate objects," Meg told her. "Humor him.

back from when they watched black and white TV and hunted dinosaurs.

I try not to think," Leo admitted. "It interferes with being nuts.

I hated visiting Hephaestus's office. His desk toys were so mesmerizing I found myself staring at them for hours, sometimes decades. I missed the entire 1480s that way

My mouth went dry. I imagined Annabeth invoking hieroglyphs at Camp Half-Blood, blowing up chariots on the racetrack, hurling giant blue fists during capture the flag. 'So my girlfriend is a magician now, like, permanently? Because she was scary enough before.

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Back when I was a regular mortal kid, I didn't know much about combat. I had some murky ideas that armies would line up, blow trumpets, and then march forward to kill one another in an orderly fashion. If I thought about Viking combat at all, I would envision some dude yelling, SHIELD WALL! and a bunch of hairy blond guys calmly forming ranks and merging their shields into some cool geometric pattern like a polyhedron or a Power Ranger Megazord.

The Starship Enterprise is not a collection of motion picture sets or a model used in visual effects. It is a very real vehicle; one designed for storytelling.

She could have happily lived inside any nineteenth century novel.

the nonconception of beloved children always a stumbling block to the if-I-could-live-my-life-over-again fantasy).

Amelia imagined her parents clasping each other's bodies in a cold embrace and felt sorry for their poor mother who probably thought she had escaped Victor for ever

Art is anything created by one person and enjoyed by another.

And when all else is gone, Art remains.

by reading book after book (the only reliable otherworlds I've discovered so far).

Art was dangerous—it gave you ideas.

The world inside his head was so much better than the world outside his head.

I had an idea of him,' Ursula said, 'but the idea wasn't him. Perhaps I wanted to fall in love.

Gloria hesitated to imagine what kind of emergency might take place in the bedroom that would require her to hit a panic button. Graham wanting sex, maybe.

If she imagined God at all, it was as a vague entity that hung around behind her left shoulder, rather like a nagging parrot.

The purpose of Art,' his mother, Sylvie, said – instructed even – 'is to convey the truth of a thing, not to be the truth itself.

Terence Smith. Graham's golem, formed from the slime at the bottom of a pond of lowlifes somewhere in the Midlands.

Gloria watched as Terry lumbered down the path. He reminded her a little of King Kong, but less friendly.