Quotes About Imagination

The old man would call us into his study and say the same three words. "Invest. Cultivate. Create.

My mind is more like a roller coaster inside a labyrinth buried in an M. C. Escher painting that is riding on another roller coaster.

Everything?" Jameson repeated in a rough, low tone that made me think of what the two of us could be doing if I were there with him.

Feeling like she really was just seven or eight, Claire sat down on the floor, books all around her, and she opened the last one she'd picked up. Even though it was dark, and even though her eyes couldn't see the words, she knew them. Knew the little prince's story as well as her own. She closed her eyes. She leaned her head forward against the book. And she sobbed.

Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Sometimes, you have an idea of a person - about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all it is: an idea.

She closed her eyes. Said the four most comforting words she knew: "Once upon a time." An incantation.

Think of me,' she said because it seemed like something a girl in a fairy tale might say. Think of me. Remember me. Love me. Turn me into a story you tell again and again. The sister who was good as gold and became a queen.

For everyone out there who has the good sense to be a little afraid when swimming in deep, dark water. You tell yourself there's nothing down there, but there is. There always is.

No one sees the world like you do, Emma. Creating art is about sharing your own personal vision with the world. Taking something no one else can see and bringing it to life.

Like all stories, it has pieces which are true, and pieces which are fiction. Nothing is ever really what it seems. Remember

Lexie and I made little paper boats like that and sent them down the canal that flowed to the stream. She'd write messages inside them, hoping they would get carried far away, be picked up by a stranger who would read: I'm being held prisoner, send help, please! This is a note from the other side of the world. Everything is upside down here.

Each photo is like a novel I can never open, Gary had explained once. I can hold it in my hand and only begin to imagine what's inside -- the lives these people might have led. Sometimes if there was a little clue on the photo - a name, date, or place - he'd try to research it...

And as Rhonda told the story, she thought: this is how the past gets passed down. This is how memories are made. Half-invented, embellished, given a touch of whimsy. Daniel would be a saint now that he was dead. A beautiful man who made his child wings.

White space. Blank canvas. Intimidating, but thrilling beyond belief. Anything can happen. When was the last time her art mattered?

There are as many ways to make one as there are monsters.

thoughts and words have power, and if you allow your worst fears to form fully, you run the danger of bringing them to life. As

I come to school and pretend that I'm not one of them. That I'm this alien, from way off in some other galaxy. I've just been sent here to observe.

Storytelling wasn't about making things up. It was more like inviting the stories to come through her, let themselves be told.

How can you dream if you don't have a soul?

And, as Rhonda told the story, she thought: this is how the past gets passed down. This is how memories are made. Half-invented, embellished, given a touch of whimsy.

We're in a time now where technology is such that we can create anything, and that's what's new about television and film these days.

I'd like to live in a world designed by Theodore Finch.

Even when we weren't wandering, even from the floor of your closet, you showed the world to me.