Quotes About Imagination

He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

Try fiction, suggested Tom. Trouble is I get distracted when I start to write stories - get afraid I'm doing it instead of living -

Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

Great books write themselves, only bad books have to be written.

It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.

Strange children should smile at each other and say, Let's play.

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in this world, your imagination.

Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For awhile these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.

Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.' 'How pleasant then to be insane!

Sometimes I don't know whether I'm real or whether I'm a character in one of my novels.

It is youth's felicity as well as its insufficiency that it can never live in the present, but must always be measuring up the day against its own radiantly imagined future

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

I used to build dreams about you.

The world only exists in your eyes-- your conception of it. You can make it as big or as small as you want to. And you're trying to be a little puny individual. By God, if I ever cracked, I'd try to make the world crack with me.

Go on, she urged. Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.

He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.

I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.

We'll meet you on some corner. I'll be the man smoking two cigarettes.

Sometimes I don't know whether Zelda and I are real or just characters in one of my novels.

When Eleanor's arm touched his he felt his hands grow cold with deadly fear lest he should lose the shadow brush with which his imagination was painting wonders of her. He watched her from the corners of his eyes as ever he did when he walked with her-- she was a feast and a folly and he wished it had been his destiny to sit forever on a haystack and see life through her green eyes.

They seemed nearer, not only mentally, but physically when they read ... Their chance was to make everything fine and finished and rich and imaginative; they must bend tiny golden tentacles from his imagination to hers, that would take the place of the great, deep love that was never so near, yet never so much of a dream.

I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.