Quotes About Imagination

Art must exist beyond reason.

They call me mad. All artists are mad.

That's the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.

Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.

My grandfather says that's what books are for," Ashoke said, using the opportunity to open the volume in his hands. "To travel without moving an inch.

Most people trusted in the future, assuming that their preferred version of it would unfold. Blindly planning for it, envisioning things that weren't the case. This was the working of the will. This was what gave the world purpose and direction. Not what was there but what was not.

Imperfection inspires invention, imagination, creativity. It stimulates. The more I feel imperfect, the more I feel alive.

I heard the distant whistle of a passing train, and I wished I could get on it and go far away, to a place without struggle meetings, without class status, without confessions.

Our right hemisphere, it thinks in pictures and it learns kinesthetically through the movement of our bodies. Information … explodes into this enormous collage of what this present moment looks like, smells like and tastes like, what it feels like and what it sounds like.

For all those years of my life, I really had been a figment of my own imagination.

There's no environment. Use your imagination. There's no fourth wall, whether it's the first time you've told this story about her life, or the sixth time.

I read all of those books I always wanted to read, or reread... And I feel full. Until I finish a book. Then I feel a certain desperation to start a new one. To have company.

Remember that very few stories are of great interest without the rustle of a skirt.

Fiction is the history of the obscure.

Sometimes dreams trick you into believing they're real. And then there are other times when, completely out of the blue, life suddenly becomes surreal that you wonder if perhaps you're dreaming after all.

Study hard, little one. For if you can read, you can slip into the pages of a book and escape into your mind.

We do not always need to "understand" or interpret dreams to receive their gifts to heart and soul. Rather, we can circumambulate them, respect them, let their images feed our imaginations and lead us onward, just as a glimpse of ocean or lake renews and orients and refreshes us on a long drive.

In this kind of personal artwork, jettison any idea that you can help yourself or others by interpreting, praising, or criticizing. These kinds of creative pieces and experiences are only for being with. The only helpful response is to nourish the imagination and your piece by associating other images to it and noticing what feelings it evokes in you.

Metaphor is the literal language of the soul. Poets do not try "to think up metaphors." They are not interested in making up riddles for the rest of us to figure out. They think in metaphors.

Don't stop dreaming just because you had a nightmare.

sometimes it is necessary for us all to pretend together that language can really mean.

write down all of the things out in the world that have arrested your attention lately, that have glimmered at you in some resonant way. Set them next to each other. See what happens.

There are so many of us out there, trying to turn Spyrograph flowers into rocket ships.

Books are the tickets to faraway places. To adventure and friends everywhere; and the best part is that you can travel the world without even leaving your chair.