Quotes About Imagination

Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.

Animation is about creating the illusion of life. And you can't create it if you don't have one.

A dream is your creative vision for your life in the future.

One must picture everything in the world as an enigma, and live in the world as if in a vast museum of strangeness.

You won't have nightmares any more when you grow up.' I solemnly believed this. He looked at me levelly, and said softly, 'When I grow up, I'm going to kill you.' His smile slowly came out then, like the sun in a winter cloud. In my memory, the sentence stretches, and seems to be said a hundred times not quite at once. That sentence has its own particular, special moment in time, which lasts until now.

To paint that horrible scene, something terrible must have befallen the artist.

Maybe one day we'll all be Steampunks

I remember thinking that I might be talking to the animals by the next morning. I might be rolling in the dirt, laughing hysterically under that merciless blue sky. Or I might find the brightness rising curious out of the top of my head, like a periscope—independent and lively, with nothing left beneath it but a husk.

Jeff VanderMeer

Una piscina. Una bahía rocosa. Una parcela vacía. Un faro. Una torre. Estas cosas son reales y no lo son. Existen y no existen.

there is a kind of connectedness between the seemingly random questions of very small kids.

I thought it was a person,' she said, ignoring my question. 'I thought it was a person. I thought it was.

You can't physically fear a doll only a foot and a half high.

Before he'd arrived, Control had imagined himself flying free above the Southern Reach, swooping down from some remote perch to manage things. That wasn't going to happen. Already his wings were burning up and he felt more like some ponderous moaning creature trapped in the mire.

De haber habido algo a lo que disparar se habría sentido más tranquila; pero solo teníamos lo que acechara en nuestra imaginación.

Be fiercely protective of your imagination, and nurture it.

Perhaps a copy could also be superior to the original, create a new reality by avoiding old mistakes.

Rachel, Rachel—what am I?" The strobe of colors felt like a smile or a flash of relief. "That's a tough one, Borne. I don't know what you are." "Am I a squirrel?" "I don't think so." "Am I a fish?" "Definitely not!" "Am I a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ fox?! Secretly raised as a common animal. But really a royal fox. Most royal of foxes. First among fox-kind." I

Rachel, Rachel—what am I?" The strobe of colors felt like a smile or a flash of relief. "That's a tough one, Borne. I don't know what you are." "Am I a squirrel?" "I don't think so." "Am I a fish?" "Definitely not!" "Am I a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ fox?! Secretly raised as a common animal. But really a royal fox. Most royal of foxes. First among fox-kind." I shook my head. "No, not a fox.

Jeff VanderMeer

Others among them lay out under the stars at night and recorded their dreams as if they were transmissions from beyond. As a kind of fiction, it enlivened my reading but was otherwise worthless.

Should she somehow think that what came next

As I adjusted to the light, the Crawler kept changing at a lightning pace, as if to mock my ability to comprehend it. It was a figure within a series of refracted panes of glass. It was a series of layers in the shape of an archway. It was a great sluglike monster ringed by satellites of even odder creatures. It was a glistening star. My eyes kept glancing off of it as if an optic nerve was not enough

They had their lives, and I had mine. I liked most of all pretending to be a biologist, and pretending often leads to becoming a reasonable facsimile of what you mimic, even if only from a distance