Quotes About Imagination

The yawn of the void. A siren call for the unimaginative

De-calcify the pineal gland with the detergent of imagination

The fictitious kleptomaniac's only crime was stealing imaginations

The most fulfilling romance is an heroic relationship with yourself. You live and die by your own imagination.

creativity is our only weapon against entropy

Authoritarians are frustrated authors. Frustrated authors not of books but of their own lives. They are soulless, unimaginative and nihilistic cowards afraid of their own and other peoples freedom.

Reality is symbolic. We build it using only the 26 symbols of the alphabet alongside images that speak to us on a linguistic level built from the 26 symbols of the alphabet.

Some broad themes brought me where I am today. At a very young age, my hobby became thinking and finding connections.

I never discuss a novel while I'm writing it, for fear that talking about it will diminish my desire to write it.

She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.

I admit to having an imagination feverish enough to melt good judgment.

Our poems are what the gods couldn't make without going through us.

Brisbane put one in mind of wolves and lithe jungle cats, while Edward conjured images of seraphim and slim young saints. It required an entirely different aesthetic altogether to appreciate Brisbane, one that I lacked. Entirely.

Julia, we are all children at Christmastime." "You are not," I pointed out. He gave me a shadowy smile. "I think you told me once I was born old.

If you are trying to frighten me, I assure you, my imagination is every bit as Gothic as yours. I can well imagine the poisoned tea or the slim dagger in the night and the claims that I succumbed to a fever while everyone rallies around my infant," I said repressively.

As I said, child, I have always liked the notion of granting wishes. Now, off to the ball with you, Cinderella. I have ordered the town carriage for your use tonight, but I am afraid we haven't any mice for footmen. You will simply have to make do with the ordinary kind.

I am quite determined to be mistress of my own fate, Mrs. Clutterthorpe, but I do sympathize with how strange it must sound to you. It is not your fault that you are entirely devoid of imagination. I blame your education.

Because words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.

Books make you feel things hard.

I confess I had a Child of Divorce Reunion Fantasy Number One Thousand, where I for a moment imagined my father finding out that Dino really was a killer woman and that my parents would have to get back together. I saw them running through a meadow, hand in hand. Okay, maybe not a meadow. But I saw me having only one Christmas and one phone number and only my father's shaved bristles in the bathroom sink.

Don't you wish you could live inside a book sometimes?" "All the time.

Against the sky, she is exquisitely elsewhere.

Words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.

It's a beautiful word. If is a key to any locked door.