Quotes About Imagination

Absolutely," she said. "Artists use them

still a part of her future as well as her past. But it was stupid and pointless to think about what might have been.

two more women sat, ready to judge her. She thought of all the times she'd imagined her audition for Juilliard. The people in front of her were not Juilliard professors, but

Sometimes she dreamed about him. They were good dreams......Some days she could barely remember what he looked like. Other days, she found him in the face of every man she saw.

There is a rule for fantasy writers: The more truth you mix in with a lie, the stronger it gets.

All the drawing lacks is the final touch: To add eyes to the dragon

Poetry uses the hub of a torque converter for a jello mold.

I don't believe that we have any choice about our dreams. I believe they simply come to us, like head colds and bad habits.

Her husband, Abigail knew, had a vivid imagination for disasters that might befall her or the children while he was in Philadelphia. Only after the deed was done did she acknowledge her mission in Boston.

When I was younger - it might be a romantic idea - I always thought I might go crazy.

I grew up loving horses. I was relatively obsessed, starting with my rocking horse at age 2, all the way through my painting and drawing phase.

The poem is smarter than the poet and more rebellious. A strong poem will override its author's initial intentions.

Not everything that matters can be quantified. What is tested may ultimately be less important than what is untested, such as a student's ability to seek alternative explanations, to raise questions, to pursue knowledge on his own, and to think differently. If we do not treasure our individualists, we will lose the spirit of innovation, inquiry, imagination, and dissent that has contributed powerfully to the success of our society in many different fields of endeavor.

All morning I struggled with the sensation of stray wisps of one world seeping through the cracks of another. Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes -- characters even -- caught in the fibers of your clothes, and when you open the new book, they are still with you.

Of course I loved books more than people.

What better place to kill time than a library?

I know there are people who don't read fiction at all, and I find it hard to understand how they can bear to be inside the same head all the time.

Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.

The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours. Against the blue candlewick bedspread the white pages of my open book, illuminated by a circle of lamplight, were the gateway to another world.

Reading can be dangerous.

When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.

Writing is more about discovery than invention.

ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN while the dead slept.

Talk about your dreams, not your troubles because dreams bring hope