Quotes About Imagination

Helped are those who create anything at all, for they shall relive the thrill of their own conception.

Look closely at the present you are constructing: it should look like the future you are dreaming.

Storytelling itself is an activity, not an object. Stories are the closest we can come to shared experience….Like all stories, they are most fundamentally a chance to ride around inside another head and be reminded that being who we are and where we are, and doing what we're doing, is not the only possibility. —Harriet McBryde Johnson, Too Late to Die Young: Nearly True Tales from a Life (2006)

We all guard against sins of commission and we are vigilant toward sins of omission. But achievements—even in small doses—can make us vulnerable to sins of addition: adding niceties and luxuries to our list of basic needs, adding imaginations onto the strong back of vision, adding self-satisfaction to the purity of peace.

Keep dreaming in color And drawing your dreams On cement floors Until they are realized. —Alicia Keys

To Wallace Stevens' post-Nietzschean formula 'God and the imagination are one,' these women poets would add a crucial third element: God and the imagination and my body are one.

The mind is a leaf pile where you can bury anything....

Acting is magical. Change your look and your attitude, and you can be anyone.

she fell asleep wondering if turning frogs into princes could be learned. Or do you have to be born royalty?

Het wordt steeds curieuzer! Nou, mijn lieve Alice, wat fijn dat ik je nu eindelijk eens kan ontmoeten. - Al

I am not ultimately interested in writing fiction. I can't make things up. Or rather, I can only make things up about things that have already happened.

Hay muchas mentes imaginativas aquí, que en ausencia de hechos se inventarán una historia interesante para rellenar el vacío. De forma que nuestra fuerza es nuestra debilidad.

He thought for a while, and then said, "How do you fancy being my mute son, and I a . . . boot maker, maybe, from near Pellinor, seeking help for his son's affliction in Ettinor?" "Why not?" said Maerad, amused. "But do you know anything about boot-making?" "Ar, mistress," said Cadvan, winking in a rascally fashion. "You don't know what I know. My da was a cobbler, and his boots were much prized in Lirigon. And elsewhere, come to that.

Many forgotten things live still in children's tales.

Those comic book conventions where they dress up as characters and fully commit to the roles, the online games where they waste entire days in a cartoon landscape, spending play money and living out alternate identities, even falling in love . . . You have to have one foot in childhood to commit to pretending that intensely, and they do. These kids do. Anyway,

Alison Goodman

There was loss wherever she looked, even in the world of her imagination.

It's not that children are little scientists — it's that scientists are big children. Scientists actually are the few people who as adults get to have this protected time when they can just explore, play, figure out what the world is like.

It's not that children are little scientists but that scientists are big children.

Literature is the equivalent of the climate scientist's computer simulations: set up some new starting conditions, run the whole complicated process and see what happens.

We decided to become developmental psychologists and study children because there aren't any Martians. These brilliant beings with the little bodies and big heads are the closest we can get to a truly alien intelligence (even if we may occasionally suspect that they are bent on making us their slaves.)

those abilities lead children to create imaginary friends—and lead grown-ups to create plays and novels. Imagining how they could be different actually lets children, and adults, become different. We can turn ourselves into our imaginary alter egos.

As we leave the tribal culture of childhood behind, we lose contact with instinctive joy in self-expression: with the creative imagination, spontaneous emotion, and the ability to see the world as full of wonders.

To imagine wasn't to escape but to go deeper; to see through to the secret life of the world.