That’s what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
I can never stand still. I must explore and experiment. I am never satisfied with my work. I resent the limitations of my own imagination.
Worry is a waste of imagination.
Just remember, it all started with a mouse.
You may think I’m small, but I have a universe inside my mind.
I always imagined I could be what I wanted to be.
All I have in my life is my imagination.
Creativity has much to do with experience, observation and imagination, and if any one of those key elements is missing, it doesn’t work.
The imagination is precious. Don’t lose it. Don’t lose the child in you.
What is now proved was once only imagined.
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.
In your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth, And all you behold, though it appears without, It is within, in your imagination, Of which this world of mortality is but a shadow.
Nature has no outline. Imagination has.
The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body.
I just have a relationship with my imagination. It’s like my friend, almost.
Don’t worry about how you ‘should’ draw it. Just draw it the way you see it.
Everyone has oceans to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?
It doesn’t stop being magic just because you know how it works.
You need to believe in things that aren’t true. How else can they become?
Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.