Quotes About Imagination

The fact that I'm sitting here in the chilly leaves imagining ways to get rid of the boy I loved so much I brought him back from the dead is so ridiculous, so horrifying, it's almost funny. In an unbelievable, black humor way that's not really funny at all.

had ideas, crazy, late-night fantasies strung together like a paper-clip chain.

Dreams: the place most of us get what we need.

It is possible to imagine a person so entirely that the image resists attempts to dislodge it.

I think it is a pity to lose the romantic side of flying and simply to accept it as a common means of transport....

When you woke up, for a moment you thought you were the moon.

Green heard her voice, murmuring, and Adrian's, murmuring back. Something inside of him made an actual glass-cracking noise—and before he could convince himself that that it was his imagination, Blissa and three of the other nymphs danced through the hallway and into the living room. "We heard that." Blissa said, sweetly. "Heard what?" He asked, genuinely surprised. "Heard your heart breaking." Said Grace.

A volte i piccoli sogni avevano grandezza, pensò con dignità. A volte, i piccoli sogni erano tutto quello di cui aveva bisogno una persona per vivere

Besides that, Sebastian liked books —all kinds. He loved fiction, non-fiction, big picture art books, the smell, the feel, and the potential to sit down with a book, become lost within it and only surface hours later when you needed to pee. Books were the bestest of best friends —and they never bitched if you forgot their birthdays or decided not to call them for a month.

You're the fantasy I never knew I had.

Where's your goofy little dog?" "You watch Adventure Time?" Finn said, sounding delighted. "That's awesome!

Seriously, Jackson, you dropped a monster on our lap, and then a leviathan jumped out of the toilet and ate it." Jackson chuckled a little at the image. "Well, it was a monster, Mira. Let's hope the leviathan wins.

He imagined Galen's lean, pretty face with a wicked tilt to his lips. "Oh my God, I really do. Just like I'm going

You Sanders boys," he mumbled. "Looking for art, for poetry, for story, for music. Like meteors, carving light through the sky. How'm I supposed to be in that picture?" "We need the sweetness,

Pierce dreamed about a sunny day and Hal, dressed in a white linen shirt and dark cotton trousers, offering him a flower and a kiss, in an almost perfect world.

But maybe cotton candy dreams show a person where the bones of real dreams may lie. Maybe if they had steel in their hearts and spines, they could build a skyscraper out of dreams and put that steel in the girders and the clear glass of vision in the windows, and the bedrock of their faith in the foundation.

But maybe cotton candy dreams show a person where the bones of real dreams may lie. Maybe

But he didn't have any toys," she said softly.

The little girl in her lap took a drink of mom's soda and pushed a mop of the brightest red hair out of her face. "I don't wanna be a knight. I wanna be a princess!

but really, I just wanted to write shit-go-boom, then-there's-pecs-and-peen! This one's fantasy. Eat popcorn and enjoy.

I was always a drama queen. I remember playing in the kitchen, trying to get my mom to think I was dead and call the police. When she didn't, I would cry. I was always theatrical. I don't think any of my relatives are surprised.

All books are either dreams or swords.

Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening

Reality can be very boring.