Quotes About Imagination

Do you do this because you live such short lives? Tell yourselves wild tales of what might happen tomorrow, and feel all the feelings of events that will never happen? Perhaps to make up for the pasts you cannot recall, you invent futures that will not exist.

I found myself speaking softly as if I were telling an old tale to a young child. And giving it a happy ending, when all know that tales never end, and the happy ending is but a moment to catch one's breath before the next disaster.

How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?

Don't go mooning after the stars, when the wide sea is all around you. It's a sky of its own, you know.

Such a storm of emotions as humans can evoke, all on the basis of imagination," the dragon observed condescendingly. In a more reflective voice she asked, "Do you do this because you live such short lives? Tell yourselves wild tales of what might happen tomorrow, and feel all the feelings of events that will never happen? Perhaps to make up for the pasts you cannot recall, you invent futures that will not exist.

Those were some astounding lies, cub. And the very last one the most inspired of all. You have your father's talent for it.

you imagine the worst, and when you do, your mind stops at the problem and does not consider the solution.

I want to go home,' he muttered as he totered down the road beside me. 'Me, too,' I told him. And yet it was not Buckkeep that came to my mind, but a meadow overlooking the sea, and a girl in bright red skirts who beckoned me. A time, rather than a place. No road led there anymore.

Dragons. A sky full of dragons.

Die in your dreams, wake up insane.

That no man can truly imagine being happy and that's why happiness isn't for sale here.

She is dead. Dead so many years. Who could imagine that death lasts so much longer than life?

Well,the fun part of being a writer is that it's like making a wonderful film, with no limit on my budget. I can design the sets, the costume, the lightings, I write the script, and then I get to perform all the roles as I step into each character's skin, zip up, and adopt that point of view. So, to me, they are all compelling and fascinating.

So this was our adventure. And the prince and the princess get married and live happily ever after, with many children to warm the in their old age.' He had probably heard that phrase thousands of times in his life. It was a common way for a minstrel to end a hero tale. 'Perhaps,' I said cautiously. 'Perhaps.' 'What happens to the rest of us?

It is hard to write down a story that has no sequence or sense, let alone make a picture of what my dream showed me.

I found myself speaking softly as if I were telling an old tale to a young child. And giving it a happy ending, when all know that tales never end, and the happy ending is but a moment to catch one's breath before the next disaster. But I didn't want to think about that. I didn't want to wonder what would happen next.

They spoke of a dream of a child who bore the heart of a wolf.

Any future can be!" she replied, laughing at me. "If it were not so, if it were fixed, it would be a past. You say a foolish thing. How can a future be impossible?

And yet it was not Buckkeep that came to my mind, but a meadow overlooking the sea, and a girl in bright red skirts who beckoned me. A time, rather than a place. No road led there anymore.

For I had already dreamed your face and I knew I must find you, even though everyone had assured me that you did not and could not exist.

I've been the reader sending that letter or small gift to a writer I've never met. I sent them because I wanted that writer to know that I'd met their characters. Their characters had become my friends. I hadn't read a story; I'd shared a life.

We dream of carving our dragon.

Shall not I drive you through seas no other man would dare, shall not we together see lands that are the stuff of legends? Shall not we venture together under skies where the stars have not been named yet? Shall not we, you and I, weave such a tale of our adventures that the whole world will be in awe of us?

When it finds you (whatever we call "it"—the Muse, inspiration, Story), writing moves past the careful construction of a plot line and the adding-in of needed characters. Story overflows outline and cuts its own passage through the valley of fiction. For the writer, it's an immersion.