And because we have been given thought, will, and imagination, albeit on a human scale, we too have this power to create.

A book is a magic carpet that flies you off somewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?

Most of the time it may seem like I'm staring into nothingness, but there's a whole world playing out in my head.

He's like a storybook spirit, a little djinn or something, except instead of air or water his element is imagination.

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

There can be no understanding without that sympathy which puts us, through the imagination, and (another's) situation.

I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.

He sought an adventure but didn't find one. He was inexperienced and besides he didn't have too much imagination.

Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere.

What you see is what you get. The island is imaginative enough. Creativity don’t need to be wasted on naming things.

Imagination is pure potentiality for creation. We shouldn't submit it to the hourly wages we subject our time at work.

One kind of walking which I do not recall seeing mentioned anywhere in the literature of the subject is imaginary walking.

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

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.

That was always my fear, that perhaps books would lead me astray, teaching me about a life that didn’t match reality.