Quotes About Imagination

With all my ideas and follies I could one day found a corporate company for the propagation of beautiful but unreliable imaginings.

The world is your thought.

Without the "seer," there are no "objects". Seeing and creating are one and the same process

Why was it given to Darwin, less ambitious, less imaginative, and less learned than many of his colleagues, to discover the theory sought after by others so assiduously? How did it come about that one so limited intellectually and insensitive culturally should have devised a theory so massive in structure and sweeping in significance?

I don't know how many thoughts we have a second, but it's quite an amazing number, and just to pin down the appropriate sequence of those, all you really need is a pencil and a piece of paper.

Me verá una doncella, una niña alta, pálida y concentrada, que por capricho maneje su Rolls-Royce. Paseará tristemente. De pronto me mira y comprende que yo seré el único amor de toda la vida, y esa mirada que era un ultraje para todos los desdichados, se posará en mí, cubiertos los ojos de lágrimas. El ensueño se desenroscaba sobre

Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.

Reading is more important than writing.

For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths…

One should read Borges more.

One night I dreamed of an angel: I walked into a huge, empty bar and saw him sitting in a corner with his elbows on the table and a cup of milky coffee in front of him. She's the love of your life, he said, looking up at me, and the force of his gaze, the fire in his eyes, threw me right across the room. I started shouting, Waiter, waiter, then opened my eyes and escaped from that miserable dream. Other nights I didn't dream of anyone, but I woke up in tears.

It's absurd to see an enchanted princess in every girl who walks by. What do you think you are, a troubadour?

Sólo la fiebre y la poesía provocan visiones. / Sólo el amor y la memoria. / No estos caminos ni estas llanuras. / No estos laberintos.

No creo en la literatura como dietario, como diario de vida, como crónica personal; yo creo en la literatura como literatura, como un mecanismo, como una máquina autosuficiente, al menos con una autosuficiencia grande.

The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?

Who was the first human being to look out a window?

Only fever and poetry provoke visions. Only love and memory.

Sometimes I get the sense that it's all "internal"... Maybe that's why I lived alone and did nothing for three years ... (The man hardly ever washed, he didn't need a typewriter, all he had to do was sit in that shabby armchair for things to flee of their own accord)

among them the nameless girl, with her guillotine mouth, strolling through the past and the future like a movie face.

Si el Paraíso, para ser Paraíso, propicia un vasto Infierno, el deber del poeta es convertir el Paraíso en Infierno

It would be interesting to remember the dreams I had here, at the Del Mar, more than ten years ago. I probably dreamed about girls and punishment, the way all boys that age do.

How much better off the poor man would be if he devoted himself to reading.

A bastard may have no imagination and then do one imaginative thing when you least expect it," said Espinoza.

todos los libros del mundo están esperando a que los lea).