Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

You can’t be stop. Reach out for your dreams.

The eternal gulf between being and idea can only be bridged by the rainbow of imagination.

Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world

That’s the way the mind works: the brain is genetically disposed towards organization, yet if not controlled, will link even the most imagerial fragment to another on the flimsiest pretense and in the most freewheeling manner, as if it takes a kind of organic pleasure in creative association, without regards to logic or chronological sequence.

How do we remain faithful to our own spiritual imagination and not betray what we know in our own bodies? The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?

Every production of an artist should be the expression of an adventure of his soul.

Martial (the main character of LOCUS SOLUS) has a very interesting conception of literary beauty: the work must contain nothing real, no observations about the world or the mind, nothing but completely imaginary constructions. These are in themselves ideas from an extrahuman world.

It is hard to imagine the things you have never seen.

The books we love offer a sketch of a whole universe that we secretly inhabit, and in which we desire the other person to assume a role.One of the conditions of happy romantic compatibility is, if not to have read the same books, to have read at least some books in common with the other...

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.

A blank piece of paper is God’s way of telling us how hard it is to be God.

When you spend time worrying, you’re simply using your imagination to create things you don’t want.

And the sun on the wall of her room, the block of sun with all the tiny flying things in it. When she was little she thought they were the souls of dead insects, still buzzing in the light.

Sketch what you got, it will determine what you will be.

When the great ship containing the hopes and aspirations of the world, when the great ship freighted with mankind goes down in the night of death, chaos and disaster, I am willing to go down with the ship. I will not be guilty of the ineffable meanness of paddling away in some orthodox canoe. I...

Books have a vital place in our culture. They are the source of ideas, of stories that engage and stretch the imagination and most importantly, inspire.

Grabbing readers by the imagination is a writer’s job.

To a clear eye the smallest fact is a window through which the infinite may be seen.

I have a habit of letting my imagination run away from me. It always comes back though . . . drenched with possibilities.

Do you know what the imagination is, Susan?”The child nodded sagely. “That’s when you see things that aren’t really there.””Well, not exactly,” said Kris with a smile. “No — to me the imagination is a place all by itself. A very wonderful country. You’ve heard of the British Nation and the French Nation?”Susan nodded again.”Well,...

Earlier 18th-century literary language was not supple enough to connect the life of the imagination to that of the street.

Musing takes place in a kind of meadowlands of the imagination, a part of the imagination that has not yet been plowed, developed, or put to any immediately practical use…time spent there is not work time, yet without that time the mind becomes sterile, dull, domesticated. The fight for free space — for wilderness and...

I don’t want to see landscapes, i.e. scenic paintings of them, because I don’t want to see the original realities – as optical effects that is. I want to see the deeper reality underlying the scenic, the expression of what are sometimes called abstract imaginings. The ‘simply natural’ is interesting no longer.

But it would have been a surprise, not only to katherine herself, if some magic watch could have taken count of the moments spent in an entirely different occupation from her ostensible one.Sitting with faded papers before her, she took part in a series of scenes such as the taming of wild ponies upon the...

Close your senses and the imagination comes alive. It’s inside us al, dulled by endless television reruns and by a society that reins in fantasy as something not to be trusted, something to be purged. But it’s in there, deep inside, a spark waiting to set a touch-paper alight.

I didn’t create them, humans created the Pollution. Cheryl Nobel, Alecto Steele, Albert Sanders, Olivia Campbell, all my pretty little Representations, there aren’t many of them left these days but they’re still very dangerous! They’re here to tell society all about its mistakes! You don’t understand the world of Representations.

Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginitive in the loneliness of confinement. He banquets upon the honey of his own thoughts, and, like the captive bird, pours forth his soul in melody.

We should use our imagination more than our memory.

Clearly, imagining cannot be expected to mean exactly the same thing today as it did in the Middle Ages or antiquity. For one thing, Aristotle and Aquinas never watched television.

I begin by imagining The impossibleAnd end by accomplishingThe impossible.

To think that realistic fiction is by definition superior to imaginative fiction is to think imitation is superior to invention.

The possibilities were endless. Battles would be fought. Wonders revealed. Many journeys. Many lands. Many joys. Many sorrows.But stories all…

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

When I have a terrible need of – shall I say the word – religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.

The Imagination merely enables us to wander into the darkness of the unknown where, by the dim light of the knowledge we carry, we may glimpse something that seems of interest. But when we bring it out and examine it more closely it usually proves to be only trash whose glitter had caught our attention....

The landscape of the mind, against which our thoughts and expectations move, when the wind of the imagination is active, changes as quickly as the clouds; and indeed it consists often of several landscapes, semi-transparent and showing through one another.

His so-fucking-vivid imagination rarely gave him the horrors, but when it did, God help him. God help him once it was warmed up. It was not only warmed up now, it was hot and running on full choke. That there was no sense at all in what he was thinking made not a whit of...

What I’d show you is much more bizarre than anything we have looked at so far, and I warn you in advance that the first impulse will be to laugh. That’s all right. Laugh if you must. Just don’t take your eye off what you see, for even in your imagination, here is a creature...

When an imaginative person gets into mental trouble, the line between seeming and being has a way of disappearing-

It is the imagination that argues for the Divine Spark within human beings. It is literally a decent of the World’s Soul into all of us.

Just because it’s imaginary, doesn’t mean it’s not real.

Real sex is as much about reciprocity as it is exploration and if you need a reason to resent a man later on, just consider the guy who doesn’t believe in cunnilingus…

Art is the reflection of pure emotion and mind, the nature of sensation. An artist illustrates that.

Pardon me also, and deal mercifully with me, as often as I think of anything besides You in prayer. For I confess truly that I am accustomed to be very much distracted. Very often I am not where bodily I stand or sit; rather, I am where my thoughts carry me. Where my thoughts are,...

I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings, stretch my imagination, earn money.

Y ese es mi gran problema, paso mucho más tiempo imaginando las cosas que viviéndolas.

Hating skin color is contempt for God’s divine creative imagination. Honoring it is appreciation for conscious, beautiful-love-inspired diversity.

…the imagination of nature is far, far greater than the imagination of man.