Quotes About Imagination

When I was a child, it was a matter of pride that I could plow through a Nancy Drew story in one afternoon, and begin another in the evening. . . . I was probably trying to impress the librarians who kept me supplied with books.

Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.

Can I let you in on a remarkable secret? I find that the more ideas I let myself have, the more ideas I have.

If you can capture a woman's imagination, then you will have her. But imagination is a strange creature. It needs time and distance to function properly.

Perfume should tell a story – the story of who you are, who you might be, perhaps even of who you fear becoming…

Books took away the pain and disappointment, they always did. Books closed bad doors and opened good ones.

Los libros le borraron el dolor y la decepción. Los libros cerraban las puertas malas y abrían las buenas. Rachel no recordaba cuándo había leído su primer libro y no recordaba ninguna ocasión en que no hubiera estado leyendo algo.

I dedicate this book to all of you Guardians of Ga'hoole readers who have become like citizens in my imaginary world. Imagination is, in a sense, a two-way street. Through your enthusiasm you have made this world much more real for me. I had originally intended to write only six books. This book, the fifteenth, is the last. It is the last not because your fervor has waned but because this is the logical place for the story of Soren and the band to conclude.

Indeed, nobility is not always found in the flash of battle claws or flying through the embered wakes of firestorms, or even in making strong the weak, mending the broken, vanquishing the proud, or making powerless those who abuse the frail." Soren's gizzard grew quiet as Boron spoke. "It is also found in the resolute heart, the gizzard that can withstand the temptations of false dreams, the mind that has the imagination to comprehend another's pain

It dawned on her in that moment that what she had loved so much when she heard the harp's music and then began to play in the midst of the storm was this sense or suggestion of a place, a world without such rules. A place where boundaries simply did not exist, but living things moved freely, in a limitless space, and yet were still connected to everything in much the same way the harp's music enveloped all the people in the music room last night. Page: 159 - 160

FACTS ABOUT UNICORNS

I couldn't believe it. It wasn't just that he knew about Narnia. I could tell that he knew what I meant by a Narnia cubby. It was all there in his eyes. He knew that I didn't actually think I was Lucy going through a real door to magical lands. He knew that the cubby in the Roadmaster was a sane person's ticket to freedom of thought.

Dream on, you addle-brained idiot bird.

Maps are dreams: both describe desire, where you want to go, but never the reality of the destination.

All my life I've dreamt dreams that, after the initial dreaming, stayed with me and kept telling me how to perceive and consider all that happens to me. Dreams run through my skin and veins, coloring all that lies beneath.

I used to have a fantasy you loved me. Then I had a fantasy some man could love me. Now I can't find any fantasy inside my head. I can't find anything.

Laura read a lot. She lived alone in a tiny bedsit and her television was so small and snowy she didnt watch it much. But she read all the time: at bedtime, while she ate, while she cooked, while she dressed and while she brushed her teeth. She would have read in the shower if she could have worked out a method that wouldnt completely ruin the book. In the same way she could read anywhere, she could read anything, and if it was good, enjoy it.

What I like most about the stories I write is exploring other lives and professions. It's a way of having all the jobs I can't have now. I can also give myself skills I don't have.

slight shifts in imagination can have deeper and more lasting impact on our lives than major efforts at change.

Even when I'm writing about shape shifters and magical lands, I'm looking into my own heart.

The writer's special talent is to empathize with people and imagine their lives. We know them as we write them.

I love storytelling when the writing spins through me like photons on their way to lighting the world.

May the dragon you find be well fed.

The disease that has, on several occasions, nearly killed me does kill tens of thousands of people every year: most are young, most die unnecessarily, and many are among the most imaginative and gifted that we as a society have.