The question is how to bring a work of imagination out of one language that was just as taken-for-granted by the persons who used it as our language is by ourselves. Nothing strange about it.

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.

No matter how mistaken Communist ideas may be the experience and knowledge gained by trying them out have given a tremendous impetus to thought and imagination.

A disaster where marble has been substituted for imagination.

The openness of rural Nebraska certainly influenced me. That openness in a way fosters the imagination. But growing up Lincoln wasn't a small town. It was a college town. It had record stores and was a liberal place.

Then I decided to draw from and on my own imagination and everything came out perfect.

Writing gives me the opportunity to explore ideas play with language solve problems use my imagination and draw on my own childhood.

Suffering it turns out demands profound imagination. A new future has to be conjured up because the old future isn't there anymore.

Obviously the facts are never just coming at you but are incorporated by an imagination that is formed by your previous experience. Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your imaginings of the facts.

To put down an ideogram of a table so that people will recognize it as a table is not the work of a painter but to sense it for a moment as a magic carpet with a leg hanging down at each corner is the beginning of a painter's imagination.