Quotes About Imagination

The book's always better than the movie.

He thought there was no hope for him. Me? I can't imagine a world without hope.

The door opened, and we were met by a fifty-something man with a grizzled blond beard. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Also, he had an eye patch. "This is incredible," I heard Adrian murmur. "Beyond my wildest dreams.

Considering Adrian had once gotten bored while reading while reading a particularly long menu, I had a hard time imagining he'd read the Hugo book in any language.

Sleep with Seth Mortensen? Good grief. It was the most preposterous thing I'd ever heard. It was appalling. If I absorbed his life force, there was no telling how long it'd be until his next book came out.

You're imagining things. Clearly, my stunning beauty has clouded your mind. -Rose Hathaway

My muse is an ungrateful harlot who's abandoned me to actually come up with my own plots.

Rose once told me "If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking." Adrian Ivashkov to Sydney Sage

Metaphors.This was the cost of making out with an artist.

Thank you for sending my imagination to a place it can never return from.

He thought there was no hope for him. Me? I couldn't imagine a world without hope.

Sorry," I said through gritted teeth, shoving hard—and failing—to break his grip. "My eternity doesn't involve being part of the undead mafia." "I know," he said. I could have sworn there was sadness in his face but later convinced myself I must have imagined it. "Eternity will be lonely without you.

No podía ser la novia de Mason porque cuando me imaginaba a alguien sujetándome y murmurándome marranadas al oído, ese alguien tenía acento ruso.

Eh bien, je crois que si certaines personnes écrivent les histoires, d'autres les vivent.

Art doesn't have to make sense, little dhamphir. Besides, I'm supposed to be crazy, right?

El arte no tiene porque tener sentido, pequeña dhampir. Además, se supone que yo estoy loco, ¿verdad?

When I imagined somebody whispering dirty things in my ear, he had a Russian accent.

Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.

A dream doesn't mean anything. I dreamed the other night that I went riding on a dinosaur.

She didn't look like a Willow Queen. Of course, I'm not sure what exactly I expected - maybe something akin to Glinda the Good Witch. But this woman looked like Surfer Girl Barbie.

I couldn't be Mason's girlfriend because when I imagined someone holding me and whispering dirty things in my ear, he had a Russian accent.

If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.

I wasn't always the most imaginative person, but I thought back to what I'd said about living another life. What would it be like to have a home like this? To stay in one place? To spend days by the pool, soaking in the sun, and not worrying about the fate of humanity?

Maybe we all dream pieces of the future but just don't happen to know it.