Quotes About Imagination

Sad parts are important. If I ever get to train a new young dreamgiver, that's one of the things I'll teach: that you must include the sad parts, because they are part of the story, and they have to be part of the dreams. ? Gossamer

They were forcing the children to describe the future they wanted, not the one that could be.

The reader brings his or her own history and beliefs and concerns, and reads in solitude, creating each scene from his own imagination as he does.

Things could change Gabe. Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents. And everybody would have memories. You know about memories...Gabe, there could be love.

he remembered the excitement, the conversations at home, wondering about her: how she would look, who she would be, how she would fit into their established family unit.

In the new light, Gabe could see that the weapons had changed. They were broken toys, bits of rusted tin, as if a careless child had left them out in the rain.

Damn it, he mumbled apologetically, things like this never happened to Vorthalia the Bold. She raised a thoughtful eyebrow. How do you know? The histories of those times were all written by minstrels and poets. You try and think of a word that rhymes with 'bleeding ulcer

The most important thing about quests, he decided, was not in finding what you went looking for, but in finding what you never could have imagined before you ventured forth.

the unknown breeds dragons in map margins

Sorry, Bill. I just have this awful vision of being p-peeled like an onion, looking for the seeds. He grinned. Onions don't have seeds, Cordelia. I stand corrected, she said dryly.

Leadership is mostly a power over imagination, and never more so than in combat.

The book is not an object on the table; it is an event in the reader's mind. It's a process, through which an idea in my mind triggers an idea, more-or-less corresponding, in yours. The words on the page are merely the means to that end, a think-by-numbers set, a bottled daydream. The book, therefore, is only finished when someone reads it. - Sidelines

From spaceman to caveman in three days," she meditated aloud. "How we imagine our civilization is in ourselves, when it's really in our things.

I was imagining the most bizarre things befalling you." "Did they include a six-hundred-pound ice bear and a pirate poet?" "No…" "Then they weren't the most bizarre after all.

So the unknown breeds dragons in map margins, she reflected...

Ivan had never thought of his nightmares as being insufficiently imaginative, before tonight. Dark, wet, constricted, underground, check. How had he left out biohazards? After all that, the frigging unexploded bomb just seemed a . . . a redundant redundancy. And the stray corpse a mere decoration. How did I get into this mess? Miles isn't even here.

From spaceman to caveman in three days, she meditated aloud. How we imagine our civilization is in ourselves, when it's really in our things.

His fingers slid gently along her ribs. It was only in her imagination that they left a trail of rainbow light.

It was wonderful to imagine letting go one's guard, if only for a moment. To pretend that safety was something another could give as a gift.

It's not the ship that's different. It's the men. Leadership is mostly a power over imagination, and never more so than in combat. The bravest man alone can only be an armed lunatic. The real strength lies in the ability to get others to do your work.

Would it do any harm, to make of him a dream-lover? It seemed invasive. How would she like it, after all, if she discovered she was starring in someone else's pornographic daydreams? Horrified, yes? Disgusted, to be pawed over in some untrusted stranger's thoughts. She imagined herself so portrayed in Miles's thoughts, and checked her horror quotient. It was a little . . . weak.

I'm confident that you are all saying to yourselves, "Why, I would have thought of that if I had nothing to do all day but to think about stuff!

As I wish for you dreams that will soothe your soul, dreams that will whisper of secrets untold. I wish for you dreams that will capture your life, dreams so spectacular and bright you can know no strife. I wish for you my child, a dream as brilliant as sunrise, and warm as it's gentle rays. But most of all precious one, I dream for you, of many peaceful days.

But the lonely fancy that had not fact to feed on, nor the fancy of any other for fellowship, was for its loneliness mad.