Quotes on My Imagination

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.

My imagination is a kind of animal. So what I do is keep it alive.

My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.

Imagination is always the fabric of social life and the dynamic of history. The influence of real needs and compulsions, of real interests and materials, is indirect because the crowd is never conscious of it.

Nothing limits achievement like small thinking; nothing expands possibilities like unleashed imagination.

This world is but a canvas to our imagination.

Every great advance in science has issued from a new audacity of imagination.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

I feel very lucky to make a living from my imagination; I'm very grateful for that. I like that what I do is create. I'm feeling very lucky to have had the career I had. It's gone much longer and bigger than I ever thought it would be.

I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing - that it was all started by a mouse.

Look at life through the wrong end of the telescope.

The power of imagination makes us infinite.

It wasn't until I had performed by first autopsy that I realized that even the drabest human exteriors could contain the most beautiful viscera. After that, I would console myself for the plainness of my fellow bus-riders by dissecting them in my imagination.

My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed me.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.

The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.

Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.

Since childhood, I was afflicted with a sick hypersensitivity, and my imagination quickly turned everything into a memory, too quickly: sometimes one day was enough, or an interval of a few hours, or a routine change of place, for an everyday event with a lyrical value that I did not sense at the time, to become suddenly adorned with a radiant echo, the echo ordinarily reserved only for those memories which have been standing for many years in the powerful fixative of lyrical oblivion.

IMAGINATION, n. A warehouse of facts, with poet and liar in joint ownership.