It is obvious that an imagined world, however different it may be from the real one, must have something - a form - in common with it.

We live vicariously through stories, because our own lives provide so few opportunities for high-stakes adventure and noble sacrifice.

Ocean waves gently rock the boat,As if to the tune of a lullaby.She sits still as the boat silently floatsUnder the infinite blue sky.

In my mind, Martha, you are buried in cement right up to your neck. No… right up to your nose… that’s much quieter.

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

It is ... through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth.

The vital power of an imaginative work demands a diversity within its unity; and the stronger the diversity the more massive the unity.

Think twice before you speak, because your words and influence will plant the seed of either success or failure in the mind of another.

I could burn this place downAs many times as I'd like in my mind,Without any sympathy For the girl or her motherWho live beneath me

A little bit of one story joins onto an idea from another, and hey presto, . . . not old tales but new ones. Nothing comes from nothing.

…growing a little tiresome on account of some mysterious internal discomfort that the local practitioner diagnosed as imagination

It's subjunctive history. You know, the subjunctive? The mood used when something may or may not have happened. When it is imagined.

What for me is bliss and life and ecstasy and exaltation, the world in general seeks at most in imagination; in life it finds it absurd.

Surrealism had a great effect on me because then I realised that the imagery in my mind wasn't insanity. Surrealism to me is reality.

Imagination allows us to conceive of delightful future possibilities, pick the most amazing one, and pull the present forward to meet it.