Quotes About Imagination

I would go to bed every night and have dreams about having a time machine and somehow I'd have the ability to move through time and space freely, and save Anne Frank.

You can make any meal into a sandwich, and any sandwich into a meal.

There is a room in England somewhere, but it's nowhere to be seen. It exists only in the mind, and only in the mind of those that have been there.

In Bottletown, even our tears flicker like jewels.

Shared understanding is when we both understand what the other person is imagining and why.

it was better to leave a mystery outside the door -- something they would expand in their minds, and fear.

I guess I had always sort of fantasized that a guy would see me and get past the ponytail and the glasses and the giant sweatshirt to discover how insanely awesome I am, then come and whisk me off into that magical teenager fairytale where everyone else gets to prance around.

I'd forced books on my kids from the day they were born and, as it turned out, it had been completely unnecessary because all of them liked to read. Or maybe they liked to read because I'd read aloud nearly every children's book in print.

A tree looked like it was eating somebody, but it may also have been bathing them.

Being able to separate fantasy from reality was a real bummer. I

No work of art is ever finished; it can only be abandoned in an interesting place.

everything you find enticing about being able to circumvent your "blocked" state is also a product of your imagination. When I feel like I'm stuck, I try to put myself back in touch with the reality of the situation. There are no rules AND I make them!

That's not the same sound someone else is going to make. We discount that as something we're supposed to measure against other people's imaginations, and that's a squandered gift.

I believe that poetry came into existence because people needed it—if it were easy to write down and record things without poetry, we wouldn't have needed poetry. But for some reason we did.

The creative state is the most important part. None of it means anything if you're not excited by the discovery of what you're making.

if you allow yourself the time and willingness to experiment, you will hear something that you want to keep. Or hear something that reminds you of something else. Songwriters are just people who have claimed those things—who give themselves credit. Who say they invented rock and roll. And you can do it, too. You just invented a song. You just invented music.

I looked not for shooting stars but for fixed ones, and I would try to imagine what kind of life lived in those celestial tidal pools so far from us.

What if an infection was a message, a brightness a kind of symphony? As a defense? An odd form of communication? If so, the message had not been received, would probably never be received, the message buried in the transformation itself. Having to reach for such banal answers because of a lack of imagination, because human beings couldn't even put themselves in the mind of a cormorant or an owl or a whale or a bumblebee.

The scrawled letters form words, the words form lines, the lines form a poem. Your eyes scanning across the page give the poem life.

Imbuing fiction with a life that extends beyond the last word is in some ways the goal: the ending that goes beyond the ending in the reader's mind, so invested are they in the story.

The world is filled with people who have too much imagination solely because the people around them have too little.

My mind made them into insects, because my mind wanted stories it could understand, stories that would not frighten it. But still I knew my mind was tricking me, and for a second I loved my mind for the deception.

In college, what had always stuck with him in Astronomy 101 was that the first astronomers to think of points of light not as part of a celestial tapestry revolving around the earth but as individual planets had had to wrench their imaginations--and thus their analogies and metaphors--out of a grooved track that had been running through everyone's minds for hundreds and hundreds of years.

That is why the human race is dying—too limited an imagination. No thought for the consequences.