Quotes About Imagination

A biologia diz-nos que descendemos de criaturas de carne e osso, mas, no fundo, sabemos bem que somos filhos e filhas de fantasmas de papel e tinta.

Habla el autor] A los cuatro años descubrí que sabía leer. (...) No aprendí a escribir hasta mucho después, cumplidos los siete años. Quizá pudiese vivir sin escribir. No creo que pudiera vivir sin leer. (...)

She thinks, The boy has issues. He's no longer a surly, grumpy, malicious adolescent, rude to his elders, "fat, and scant of breath." Now he's a surly, grumpy, malicious adult, rude to his elders, "fat, and scant of breath." As a mother she finds this hard to admit, but she thinks her son is not quite right in the head. As a boy he played with imaginary friends; now he sees ghosts and dreams of dark plots and weird conspiracies.

Kitaplarla ÅŸaÅŸk?na dönmüÅŸ Don Quijote ve hac yolcusu Dante, öÄŸrendikleriyle felce uÄŸrayan Prens Hamlet, okuduklar?yla yaÅŸamak istediÄŸi hayat? birbirine kar??t?ran Emma Bovary..

We are all geniuses up to the age of ten.

The trouble with fiction, said John Rivers, is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.

It's a very salutary thing to realize that the rather dull universe in which most of us spend most of our time is not the only universe there is. I think it's healthy that people should have this experience.

I believe one would write better if the climate were bad. If there were a lot of wind and storms for example...

Dream in a pragmatic way.

He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.' 'A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth,' said the Savage promptly. 'Quite so…

Art, I suppose, is only for beginners, or else for those resolute dead-enders, who have made up their minds to be content with the ersatz of Suchness, with symbols rather than with what they signify, with the elegantly composed recipe in lieu of actual dinner.

The creation by word-power of something out of nothing--what is that but magic? And, may I add, what is that but literature?

After all, what is reading but a vice, like drink or venery or any other form of excessive self-indulgence? One reads to tickle and amuse one's mind; one reads, above all, to prevent oneself thinking

That would distract your attention, and attention is the whole point. Attention to the experience of something given, something you haven't invented in your imagination.

It takes a certain amount of intelligence and imagination to realize the extraordinary queerness and mysteriousness of the world in which we live. The fools, the innumerable fools, take it all for granted, skate about cheerfully on the surface and never think of inquiring what's underneath.

You forget, I said, I'm a writer and the Muses are the daughters of Memory.

The secret of genius is to carry the child into old age.

And I'm not a poet: but never despair! I'll madly live the poems I shall never write.

Shanta shook her head emphatically, That would distract your attention, and attention is the whole point. Attention to the experience of something given, something you haven't invented. Not the memory of a form of words addressed to somebody in your imagination.

This is not drawing,' he cried, 'this is inspiration!' 'I had meant it to be drawing,' was Constable's characteristic answer.

Because it is idiotic. Writing when there's nothing to say ... Precisely. But that requires the most enormous ingenuity. You're making flivvers out of the absolute minimum of steel-works of art out of practically nothing but pure sensation.

Como seria divertido", pensou, "se não se tivesse de pensar na felicidade!

One must have some basis of experience on which to build an imagination.

Why will you young men continue to write about things that are so entirely uninteresting as the mentality of adolescents and artists?