Quotes About Imagination

Sometimes all I did all day was just wander around in my mind.

If anyone can make it to another world, it's Theodore Finch.

One entire wall is covered in pictures and Post-it notes and napkins and torn pieces of paper.

On my bed, I sit down and flip through the cut-up books one by one, reading all the cut-up passages.

Over my desk, I've got this enormous bulletin board, and on it I've tacked black-and-white photographs of writers at work.

The wall is a place to keep track of thoughts, as fast as they come, and remember them when they go away. Anything interesting or weird or even halfway inspired goes up there.

This is my secret - that at any moment I might fly away.

Don't you want to know where I'd go if I could?" Not really, I think. " Where would you go if you could go anywhere?" It comes out bitchier than I mean for it to. He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. "I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl.

He smiles out at the ugly trees and the ugly farmland and the ugly kids as if he can see Oz. As if he can really, truly, see the beauty that's there.

This is my secret---that any moment I might fly away.

Who cares for Algebra? Who delights in solving math? I only want to live my life Along the creative path.

Your identifier is you. I remember your eyes. Your mouth. The freckles on both cheeks that look like constellations. I know your smiles, at least three of them, and at least eight of your expressions, including the ones you only do with your eyes. If I could draw, I would draw you, and I wouldn't need to look at you to do it. Because your face is stuck in my mind.

But tonight I'm telling myself I don't have anything in common with this Violet girl, no matter how much I want to, and asking myself if the words between us were really that hot or if maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language.

In that moment, I wish I could see it through his eyes. I wish he had glasses to give me.

At times such as this, it becomes more important for art to survive.

Éste es mi secreto: en cualquier momento saldré volando y huiré de aquí.

Maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language. A few words of it anyway.

may look and enjoy, just as I do in the garden when the poppies are in flower. It's no blame to men if they try to put into their own artifacts all the colours and shapes God put into his.

She wondered what he looked like with his hat off and wondered again if he knew he was funny.

A: Anyone who looks like she does has to be somebody... B: What does she look like? A: An ice cream. I had a spoon I would have eaten her.

Truth derives its strength not so much from itself as from the brilliant contrast it makes with what is only apparently true. This applies especially to Chess, where it is often found that the profoundest moves do not much startle the imagination.

Yes, ever since that time I began looking upward and awaiting their arrival. Either they will transform my monotonous and boring life completely, or they can take me away with them. Is there an alternative?

What is art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? Didn't it all boil down to sticking a female in front of you and painting her as you feel she is?

La nuit, je m'éveille, serrant le vide, serrant ton rêve.