Quotes About Imagination

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Fuck all of you," John retorded. "You don't even exist. We're all just a figment of my cock's imagination.

The phrase 'sodomized by a bratwurst poltergeist' suddenly flew through my mind.

Tried to escape, to block out the fact that I was being eaten alive by arachnids. For some reason the only thing I could replace it with was the image of being eaten by tiny clowns.

I said to John, "You know that if you walked around the world, your hat would travel thirty-one feet farther than your shoes?" John said, "I dunno, Dave, but before we make a bomb I have to shave half the dog." I nodded. He got up, called to Molly and herded her into my bathroom. I wondered when the soy sauce would take effect.

Every man is blessed with his gifts from the Lord. One of mine happens to be a penis large enough that, if it had a penis of its own, my penis's penis would be larger than your penis." There was a moment of stunned silence, then I heard Jen start laughing so hard I thought she would choke. "Fuck all of you," John retorted. "You don't even exist. We're all just a figment of my cock's imagination.

If you had to choose, and if you were not allowed to see either ahead of time and had no other information to go on, would you rather fight Mindcrow or Gonadulus?

That is how the human brain works, when it looks at a formless cloud, it tries to see a shape, or a face, or otherwise associate it with something that makes sense in some known cultural context, like the proverbial image of the Virgin Mary seen in the grain of a tree stump, or a slice of toast. But make no mistake—the observer supplies the face.

When they write the sequel to the Bible, that shit is definitely gonna be in there.

From the backseat of the pick-up stepped Dr. Marconi. I tried to imagine the conversation the three of them had on the way over, and my brain just spat out error messages.

I stared at the thing, blinking, thinking it would reveal itself to be, I don't know, a hot-water heater or something. Then I realized the monster-shaped shadow was, surprisingly, a monster.

Close to it was an aquarium tank filled with a thick, yellowish substance that could have been slug slime and at the bottom was a wrinkled grayish mass that could have been a human brain or possibly a meat-loaf.

Now, are you familiar with the Lord of the Rings?" Molech hesitated again, realizing he was playing someone else's game, but with no idea what else to do. He said, "Yeah, old horror movie about a ghost girl who crawls out of a television?" "No, this is the one with wizards and elves. Ends with the midgets fighting in a volcano? It

He tried to imagine Dave walking around the streets of Tokyo. It was like picturing RoboCop in Middle Earth—

making our way through a theme movie night (we'd picked out four films in which the ending is probably the main character's dying hallucination: Taxi Driver, Minority Report, The Shawshank Redemption, and Mrs. Doubtfire). In

John glanced around, half expecting to see a disheveled Dave pulling himself up from some spot on the floor. He'd be squinting, his hair matted down, looking like he'd just been shit out of a dinosaur.

A ghost sighting is usually nothing more than your brain trying to put a familiar face on something that does not have a face at all.

You don't even exist. We're all just a figment of my cock's imagination.

He thought again of the watch in the window. It had twelve black numbers on its moon face and there was magic to that. For these were numbers that were not really numbers at all but letters like in words. He shivered at the possibilities of such untold magic.

I am genuinely dull. Duller than the world's dullest-ever thing, so dull it's not worth the time it takes to imagine it.

Market share determines who is right and who is wrong. Mind share asks what is possible. This

Imagination is everything. It is the key to coming attractions.—Albert Einstein

But, kid, you can't color your world with Lonnie's crayons, if you know what I mean. Especially when he's only using one color.

The future is just a memory that has yet to be born