Quotes About Imagination

Not that she could see, but it was unmistakable not to hear what he looked like.

She did horror stories on herself, filling in blanks where I refused to supply information. This meant she wrote the entire script herself.

She'd begun her story to divert him from his nightmare. Little did she know that what she described created its own nightmares.

I made a real specific decision when I came out of school and most artists were writing about home - if you were a woman, you were writing about being a woman - and I decided not to do that, write about what you know. That's not what I do. I went as far away from home as possible in terms of the development of my imagination.

The American idea is as promising, imaginative, and full of the unexpected as the land itself. The land represents freedom - the frontier, the ability to make a new future with your own bare hands.

Each person has a literature inside them.

You are an explorer. You understand that every time you go into the studio, you are after something that does not yet exist.

Art requires that you make something else exist that is a representation of what your feeling is, or your idea.

When we read with a child, we are doing so much more than teaching him to read or instilling in her a love of language. We are doing something that I believe is just as powerful, and it is something that we are losing as a culture: by reading with a child, we are teaching that child to be human. When we open a book, and share our voice and imagination with a child, that child learns to see the world through someone else's eyes.

The creature laughed with a sound like water splashing softly on pebbles.

And then she took her wishes with her into her sleep.

To think this wonderful girl wanted to come to her house! Minx felt as if there were wings wafting her along.

In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.

Most people have no imagination. If they could imagine the sufferings of others, they would not make them suffer so.

The human brain cannot encompass total absence. Like infinity, it is simply not something that the organ runs to. The space someone leaves must be filled, so we dream forever of those who are no longer here. Our minds make them live again.

Q: What does the human spirit do after ten days without sleep, and ten days of isolation tempered only by nocturnal threat sessions? A: It dreams up a solution.

None of us–teacher or taught–realised how an imagined romantic life can sustain you as a possibility, a hope, and remain just that. Like parallel train tracks, it runs alongside, but will never meet, the life you are living.

None of us-teacher or taught-realised how an imagined romantic life can sustain a possibility, a hope, and remain like that. Like parallel train tracks, it runs alongside, but will never meet, the life you're are living.

It is this prospect, of something freshly imagined, some new possibility of belief, that America holds out to all comers. — Toller

Look, isn't this beautiful? So simple. Just one stroke, and there you are. A flower, a fish, a grasshopper. Look at this duck, how angry it looks; or these mountains in the mist. And you see how he's drawn the mist? As if it were nothing, just an emptiness. And these chicks, see them? So soft you want to stroke them. Look, his ink is like down, his ink is soft...

First of all, keep in mind that thinking about what you're going to do is a way of stalling. If you really could imagine what would happen when you made an image, there would be no need to do it. Even trying to imagine what a finished work of art will look like will probably lead to expectations that will be let down by the real experience. Making art is not solely an act of will. Rather it's the outcome of a dialogue between artists and their art.

Her albino hair illuminated my dreams, shining brighter than moonlight.

So many dreams are crowding upon me now that I can scarcely tell true from false: dreams like light imprisoned in bright mineral caves; hot, heavy dreams; ice-age dreams; dreams like machines in the head.

What I saw had no solidity, it was all made of mist and nylon, with nothing behind.