Quotes About Imagination

I am an actor and I live in the world of pretend in my working capacity. I live in the world of my imagination.

Ultimately it's a leap of faith and a leap of imagination to put yourself back in time into those conditions and situations and see how you would react.

Oh how Shakespeare would have loved cinema!

Stairs," Valkyrie said, disappointed. "Not just ordinary stairs," Skulduggery told her as he led the way down. "Magic stairs." "Really?" "Oh, yes." She followed him into the darkness. "How are they magic?" "They just are." "In what way?" "In a magicky way." She glared at the back of his head. "They aren't magic at all, are they?" "Not really.

I think zombies are kind of cute." "Seriously?" "I may be thinking about bunnies. Which one has the fluffy little tail, zombies or bunnies?" "Bunnies." "Then it's bunnies I'm thinking of.

I'm fairly certain. I could be some ghastly hallucination, a figment of my own imagination

It's a very small object to be capable of doing many wonderful things, don't you think?" "It does much more that that," Valkyrie said, opening up a game and showing it to him. His eyes widened. "What wonder is this?" "It's called Angry Birds. Now do you believe me?

A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?

mostly we've had to found ways to amuse ourselves." "Really?" Valkyrie asked. "Like what?" Plight's smile faded. "Like human sacrifice." He grabbed one arm and Lenka grabbed the other and Valkyrie cried out. Then they both let go. laughing. "Naw," Plight said, we just play board games." ..."she fell for it!" gasped Lenka. "She fell for the human sacrifice bit!

skulduggery pleasant is the best book I've ever read and has enspired myself to become an author.

She's not… She's not datin' the skeleton, is she? How would that be even possible, let alone… nice? He's got no skin, or lips, or… or nothin'.

Stephanie glared at Skulduggery. "What was wrong with the door? You could have just come down the stairs and walked out the door. Why did you have to jump out of the window?" "You know why," Skulduggery said, walking away. Axle looked up, tears streaming from his eyes. "Why did he do that? Why?" Stephanie glowered. "Because doors are for people with no imagination," she said, and led Axle to the car.

Seeing you with a face would be weird. Do you think you'd have hair?" "Oh yes. Hair is a must." "Would you have a moustache?" "Why would I have a moustache?" "I'm not sure. What about your ears?" "I'd have ears too, yes." "I can't imagine you with ears.

You have no idea the power generated each time somebody is told a story. When a conscious, sentient mind willingly ignores what is real, what is fact, and instead chooses to invest in people and places that never existed...It's magnificent.

There is a place called reality. It is a place where people use doors instead of windows. Where, when you click a sound is made not a flame. Where, a shadow is a thing created by the sun, not a weapon. Where, your reflection stays in the mirror. And where skeletons don't walk and talk. But you can escape this place. You just have to have one thing. Imagination.

Skulduggery: I don't know what they are, but there are dozens of them, relatively small, moving as a pack Valkyrie: They might be kittens Skulduggery: They're stalking us Valkyrie: They might be shy Skulduggery: I don't think they're kittens Valkyrie: Puppies then?

Smash thought the window because doors are for people with no imagination.

I didn't think they even existed. They're in stories, in legends, and we have Dragon Eye jewels and dragon threads and dragon this and that, but no one ever seriously thought these things came from actual dragons. That would have been... ridiculous. - Skulduggery

I'm not crazy." "I'm not judging you, my dear. Some of my best friends are crazy." He nodded to the corner. "Take Wallace, for example. He's crazy as a loon, aren't you, Wallace?" Valkyrie frowned. "Uh, there's... there's no one there." Meritorious sighed. "That's what we long-term prisoners call dungeon humour. You learn to appreciate it after a few years.

Doors are for people with no imagination

Exactly," said Saracen. "Everyone would think I decided to specialise in this because I wanted to see through people's clothes." "Why did you specialise in it?" "I wanted to see through people's clothes. I know, I know, but I was a teenager. I thought it'd be great. It's not great. Not at all.

Well," Skulduggery said, "purely to get this out of the way, I'll just go ahead and say it. There does not seem to be any sign of a railway track on the carpet or, indeed, a train hiding behind the sofa. And I don't think one could have fitted through the door.

We call them groundsharks." Sanguine shook his head immediately. "That's a stupid name. Makes them sound like little shark fins slicing through the living room carpet." "I wanted to call them razorworms," said Persephone. "That's a damn sight better than groundsharks." (Eyes of the Beholder)

There is a place called reality. It is a place where people use doors instead of windows. Where, when you click a sound is made not a flame. Where, a shadow is a thing created by the sun, not a weapon. Where, your reflection stats in the mirror. And where skeletons don't walk and talk. But you can escape this place. You just have to have one thing. Imagination.