Quotes About Imagination

I thought about diving in, about crashing headfirst into the clear shallow sea, my head splintering. I also thought about the time between diving and landing when I imagine all people changed their minds. For me it was only a flirtation, not serious, merely an acknowledgment of how much I was dreading the next hours. It cheered me that I could have that fantasy.

My horse is plodding down a path unspooling under her hooves like a ball of wool, only wider, while I think of ways to wake kings or small children or writers, all of whom seem to be constantly sleeping and dreaming of me in the seventh square on a horse with a mind of her own.

The golden anchor beckons, the blue sail rises Like the wing of a dream unfolding to a new day. Let us depart, my muse! Beyond an anxious prow, the sea stretches itself out…

I fell asleep in the deep velvet of this wood; I dreamt divine things.

I think a lot of stuff I find funny is from day dreaming.

You see, I am good at filling in blanks, at seeing meaning where there may have been none at all. In this way I get very close to the truth. Or closer still to illusion.

But it seems to me inevitable that any person who gives thoughtful and imaginative attention to literature must be awakened in his sensibilities, enlarged in his sympathies, sharpened in his critical faculties.

My thoughts are my trollops.

Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.

Think of being curled up and floating in a darkness. Even if you could think, even if you had an imagination, would you ever imagine its opposite, this miraculous world the Asian Taoists call the "Ten Thousand Things"? And if the darkness just got darker? And then you were dead? What would you care? How would you eve know the difference?

Science fiction was never my thing. I have no interest in it.

You have all the reason in the world to achieve your grandest dreams. Imagination plus innovation equals realization.

We have got to have a dream if we are going to make a dream come true.

I love how books can transport you to another place. You get caught up in the characters' lives, and they become your friends. I guess I want to share my love of reading with others.

an Orwellian backdrop for a Rockwellian world.

Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies....

The world is not with us enough O taste and see the subway Bible poster said, meaning The Lord, meaning if anything all that lives to the imagination's tongue, grief, mercy, language, tangerine, weather, to breathe them, bite, savor, chew, swallow, transform into our flesh our deaths, crossing the street, plum, quince, living in the orchard and being hungry, and plucking the fruit.

To the Reader" As you read, a white bear leisurely pees, dyeing the snow saffron, and as you read, many gods lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian are watching the generations of leaves, and as you read the sea is turning its dark pages, turning its dark pages.

Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.

She didn't read to show off at book groups or for discussion. She never made a show of her erudition. She just liked to be lost.

When a child grows old enough to know J.R.R. Tolkien was just staring at a typewriter, the truth can be a wounding exposé.

To you, the fairy tale's a cheesy medium that builds physically unsound worlds that one eventually outgrows, and to me a fairy tale is city planning.

I'm just some fingers resting lightly on a cursor as it slides magically around a kind of Ouija board.

Art isn't life, you know. It if were, the world would go up in flames. It's artifice. By definition. ("Talking In The Dark")