Quotes About Imagination

You know what's so cool about gaming? The whole collective consciousness thing! Like when you tap into your own knight in shinning armor, you're tapping into all knights in shinning armor. All these archetypes, you know, are we're all of them, and you have to learn to honour and acknowledge them inside you." "Plus, you get to be people you're not." "Um. True. And people you are.

When you're young you have no worries, no drama, only your imagination. It's the best!

Being a kid and growing up is such a cool part of life.

Creativity is the ability to look at the ordinary and see the extraordinary.

I absolutely relate to being alone in squalor, trying to come up with something adequate. I relate to that, and I've been known to crawl out of bed and drink out of a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke.

I want Maggie Gyllenhaal. I don't know why. I don't think she necessarily looks like me or acts like me, I just think she's a cool actress and she could play me, so there you go.

I have heard people bewailing man's landing on the moon, as though before it was touched by an astronaut's foot it was made of silver or mother-of-pearl, and that footprint turned it into gray dust. But the moon never was made of mother-of-pearl, and it still shines as if it were so made.

To our young selves, though, there is no difference between the small questions and the big ones. We follow our curiosity to the edge of our understanding and then ask whoever is around what lies beyond it. I have spent my adult life fighting to keep what I possessed as a child: the ability to see the biggest questions sitting inside the smallest ones and the willingness to try to answer them.

The human capacity for self-deception is very impressive, often showing breathtaking flights of creativity. —Jerry L. Horner, Daniel Seligman Research Associate

So much of what we do as artists is a combination of personal experience and imagination, and how that all creeps into your work is not so linear.

But the greatest thing about music is putting it out there for people to figure out. You want the listener to find the song on their own. If you give too much away, it takes away from the imagination.

Dreams have the power to make real what the heart desires.

Tollers, there is too little of what we really like in stories. I am afraid we shall have to try and write some ourselves.

As he read the long narrative poem, Lewis was struck by two qualities in particular. He admired the realism of Tolkien's sub-created world, the depth and detail of Middle-earth. He also praised the mythical value of the story, the way the events were good in themselves and yet also suggested deeper layers of meaning to the reader. But

When you look at the lives of innovators, there is often little distinction between work and play. And when creative people make it a point to spend time together, new ideas and joint projects emerge with little effort, a natural part of the rhythm of each day.

Tolkien worked like a painter who first pencils in a rough sketch, erases, then draws again, then fills in a more detailed drawing, then adds layers of color, working from background to foreground to final details.

10 October 1946 Tollers continued to read his new Hobbit: so sui generis, so alive with the peculiar charm of his "magical" writing, that it is indescribable—and merely worth recording here for an odd proof of how near he is to real magic. 24

Tolkien records, "The indefatigable man read me part of a new story!" In the act of sharing his own work, Lewis challenged Tolkien, providing more than a hint of friendly rivalry. But

If we are encouraged to read high fantasies like The Tempest and urged to "enjoy a magic island and 'believe' in an Ariel and a Caliban," then why should we not also "suspend our disbelief" and enjoy the invented world of Tolkien's Lord of the Rings? Why not enter in and believe also in the magic of barrow-wights and orc-blades, Hobbiton, Tom Bombadil, and the tree-top city of Lothlórien?

I found the hum of his computer rather soothing, but it was the complete lack of unicorn carcasses that really pulled the room together.

How did anyone see the stars and not wish for more than the confinement they were born to?

Across the sea and up the stair The Wild Poppy's everywhere. Though southmen search until they're blind They know not what they seek to find.

People who eat white bread have no dreams.

A lie to get out of something, or take an advantage for oneself, that's one thing; but a lie to make life more interesting—well, that's entirely different.