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The great writers are great as they have big workshop of imagination.

The growth of the imagination demands windows-windows through which we can look out at the world and windows through which we can look into ourselves. The old stories were windows in just this way.

The hardest thing in life may be to learn to truly trust that there is something noble and generative in ourselves. This is a greater sense of the notion of believing in our self; to truly believe in oneself means to uncover the inner core of imagination and authenticity that can also be called the genius within us. When we connect to the inner resident of the soul, we also learn how we are woven to the Soul of the World.

The heart also knows things, and so does the imagination. Thank God. If not for heart and imagination, the world of fiction would be a pretty seedy place. It might not even exist at all.

The highway of human possibility extends on forever into unknown territories, which have not yet been imagined.

The Human Being, as we imagine it, does not exist.

The human condition is such that we can only stomach so much imagination. We need for things to be labeled either fiction or nonfiction. There is no section in between.

The idea is to spin the wheel of metaphors and images until sparks of associations begin to fly for the reader.

The human mind is an endless vast of miraculous wonders.

The human world is full of weak-minded people, who think they're as clever as can be and are convinced that it's terribly important to persuade even the children that Fanstastica doesn't exist.

The imaginary fortress in your head you seek refuge in; never has, & never will protect your physical being from harm.

The imagination is a wild and dangerous forest that is impossible to know the full might of.

The imagination is our final advantage as a species, a place to safely (and happily) explore experiences that are far from safe and far from happy. “Dracula” and “The Fly” may delight and appall in equal measure, but they also gently prepare us, helping us to think about how we would respond if faced with a terrifying seduction, or a corrupted and infected body.

The imagination serves us only when the mind is absolutely free of any prejudice. A single prejudice suffices to cool off the imagination. This whimsical part of the mind is so unbridled as to be uncontrollable. Its greatest triumphs, its most eminent delights consist in smashing all the restraints that oppose it. Imagination is the enemy of all norms, the idolater of all disorder and of all that bears the color of crime.

…the imagination gives to everything that it touches a peculiarity, and it seems to me that the peculiarity of the imagination is nobility, of which there are many degrees. This inherent nobility is the natural source of another, which our extremely headstrong generation regards as false and decadent. I mean that nobility which is our spiritual height and depth; and while I know how difficult it is to express it, nevertheless I am bound to give a sense of it. Nothing could be more evasive and inaccessible. Nothing distorts itself and seeks disguise more quickly. There is a shame of disclosing it and in its definite presentations a horror of it. But there it is.

The imagination opens out not principally to what it knows and finds familiar, but to what it does not know, what it finds strange, half hidden, robed with inaccessible light. The familiar too can be an object of wonder, but not by its familiarity: as when the hills I looked upon every morning of my youth suddenly seemed to reveal the thousands of years they were building, long before any man ever left his traces on their slopes. Even the dog at my heels, then, like the dog who wagged his tail when Tobias and he finally came home, reveals itself the more, and is the greater object of wonder, the more I turn to it in love and see that, after all, I do not know him; for a dog too proclaims the wisdom of God. It is, in the first instance, the very idea of God that guarantees that we can never reduce anything in creation merely to the stuff of which it consists. And, as for God Himself, what greater object of wonder can there be than one who is not the greatest thing-in-the-world, but beyond the world, of whom all things great and small declare, “He made us, we did not make ourselves”?

The imagination gland doesn't die. It just becomes reliant on manufactured spirit.

The imagination is a healthy thing, and a great many scientific discoveries could not have been made without it, but it need to be harnessed to some serious object if it is to come to anything.

The Imagination is the Manifestation of the Visible from the Invisible. It is the Engine of the Unconscious, and it is there that all desires, all dreams, all plans, and all achievements are born.

The imagination is truly the enemy of bigotry and dogma.

The imagination is always the best torturer.

The imagination uses nonsense to connect the impossible to the possible.

The imaginative is produced by the human mind as it tries to respond to something greater than itself, struggling to find images adequate to the reality.

The Imagination is one of the important stuff to be creative from there to be a creator!

The imagination is the voyage of our thoughts in the endless ocean of the mind that searches for the splendid beaches of happiness.

The imagination was the only country where a man could truly breathe free.

The infinite possibilities that exist in any given moment cause infinite possibilities in response. The wording is correct here; the possibilities exist already, and have already caused the existing possibilities of response.

The influence of early books is profound. So much of the future lies on the shelves. Early reading has more influence than any religious teaching.

The insane mind appears to be the most creative.

The interior life is often stupid. Its egoism blinds it and deafens it; its imagination spins out ignorant tales, fascinated. It fancies that the western wind blows on the Self, and leaves fall at the feet of the Self for a reason, and people are watching. A mind risks real ignorance for the sometimes paltry prize of an imagination enriched. The trick of reason is to get the imagination to seize the actual world—if only from time to time.

The real world. The very notion is absurd. Worlds and everything in them are made real by the stories that inhabit them.

Their meal was illuminated by torches, which Gwen found were utterly without fire. What the children called torches were really just small platforms on tall, wooden poles. The reason they radiated light was because fairies had flown up to them to waltz and glow on the tiny dance floors.

The key to a fertile imagination is filling your mind with bullshit.

The key for any speaker is to establish his own point of view for the audience, so they can see the game through his eyes.

The Kingdom of Heaven is within and it lies beyond your wildest imagination, so expect a roller coaster ride to get there!

The knowledge in not power, power is the imagination!!

The life is not limited to the external reality but the external life, has been formed for the human’s experience. The time you feel you are done with all the experiences of the external life, you have a choice to move inward.

The limits of your imagination create the boundaries of your world.

The love Nora and I shared was certainly grand. We built our own fantasy worlds. We would sometimes role-play. At times, she was the captive and I was the rescuer who traveled the world and swam the seven seas to save her. Other times, she was the nurse who attended to my needs as I recovered from a deadly unknown disease, which was miraculously cured by love and a soft kiss from her luscious lips. We shared everything with each other. We found happiness, we found comfort, we found security, and we found love. Together, we would let our imaginations soar beyond the heavens. We imagined what our wedding would look like, and the songs we would dance to. We named our future kids.

The magic in writing is not so much using your imagination as it is allowing the reader to uses theirs. When I write a novel I’m not going to hand walk you through each scene. Avid readers tend to have very high IQ’s so I’m constantly aware of, and respect that. I have a tendency to give my readers vivid descriptions of panoramic viewpoints, soft breezes, and the late evening as it scrapes against the emerging night and present this step by suspenseful step. Once I get them to the threshold of that unseen cliff, I shove them off and say, take it from there.

The main reason why God gave us imaginations is to allow us to have a specific power that can help us make realistic decisions.

The memory will most likely come to me when I least expect it. When I'm in the middle of something else.

The man who cannot visualize a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot.

The mind is a universe, and it has the power to completely create any possibility.

The mind is the greatest sacred paradise.

The mind of an adult begins in the imagination of a child.

The mind is incapable of refusing to be used as best as it is capable of being used.

The madness in the heart is the state of mind.

The mind is so powerful that is can suddenly grow wings of imagination and fly in the open sky.

The missions were always changing- sometimes collecting jars of rain, paper bags of hiccups, adopting lost moonbeams and folding them into cake batter. Or perhaps investigating glittering slug trails left in the moonlight, finding the owners of abandoned buttons, or playing the sousaphone for caterpillars still in their cocoons.