Quotes About Imagination

For those who are afflicted with book lust, those for whom reading is more than information or escape, the road to our passion is quite simple, paved merely by the presence of the printed matter. It's a common story; fill in your own blanks: I was -- years old when I happened on a novel called --, and within six months I had read every other book by the writer known as --.

Watching a scene from a film in slow motion is possible, but there's an unreal air to it; reading a passage from a book slowly does nothing to rob the words of their power. A film presents images; a book creates images inside the reader, with the reader's active participation. Books are good for your brain.

It is with the common book that most readers will spend their head-tilted hours. from The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop

A film presents images; a book creates them inside the reader, with the reader's active participation. Books are good for your brain. Neurologists have found that, when watching television or film, the viewer's eyes remain idle, straight ahead, but when reading, the actual physical movement of scanning the page from left to right (or right to left, or up and down, depending) stimulates and conditions the brain, a Stairmaster of the mind.

For this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people

He was part of my dream, of course -- but then I was part of his dream, too.

The Mad Hatter: Would you like some wine? Alice: Yes... The Mad Hatter: We haven't any and you're too young.

And what is the use of a book, thought Alice, without pictures or conversation?

Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

Little Alice fell d o w n the hOle, bumped her head and bruised her soul

There is a place, like no place on earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger. Some say, to survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter. Which, luckily, I am.

You're mad, bonkers, completely off your head. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!

Life, what is it but a dream?

For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

I mean, what is an un-birthday present? A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course. Alice considered a little. I like birthday presents best, she said at last. You don't know what you're talking about! cried Humpty Dumpty. How many days are there in a year? Three hundred and sixty-five, said Alice. And how many birthdays have you? One.

It was much pleasanter at home, thought poor Alice, when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down the rabbit-hole--and yet--and yet--...

We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near.

When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.

I'm not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.

Well, now that we have seen each other, said the unicorn, if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you.

You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants some magical solution to their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic.

Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.