Now it is quite clear to me that there are no solid spheres in the heavens, and those that have been devised by the authors to save the appearances, exist only in the imagination.
Category: imagination
When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.
It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one’s memory. That is a transformation in which imagination collaborates with memory.
Fortunately, somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact that people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether.
When you are young your imagination is so clear.
We can live with lots of things, but we can’t live without imagination, we can’t live without hope.
I’m kind of surprised that so many of those other books were almost exactly like mine. They even follow the form. There were some books that even copied the stamp. It shows so little imagination.
I’m not claiming that football is the nation’s salvation in this area, but it’s one of them, one little thing that apparently has captured the imagination of a large sector of our society. But when football can’t be a relatively pure outlet, a fun thing, then it hurts itself.
In The Touch, the love scenes are the same as they were in The Thorn Birds or anything else I’ve ever written. I find a way of saying that either it was heaven or hell but in a way that still leaves room for the reader to use their own imagination.
You expect far too much of a first sentence. Think of it as analogous to a good country breakfast: what we want is something simple, but nourishing to the imagination.