The worst, most insidious effect of censorship is that, in the end, it can deaden the imagination of the people. Where there is no debate, it is hard to go on remembering, every day, that there is a suppressed side to every argument.
The Super Bowl now takes on a magnitude that almost defies the imagination.
Reality is rarely what we imagine. Great and noble things do not always happen for great and noble reasons.
Voiceover work definitely requires it's own specific muscle. And because you're not seeing what you're recording, and all these things are going on, you really have to use your imagination and stay focused and kind of be able to tap your head and rub your belly at the same time.
Works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain.
It is a great thing to have a big brain, a fertile imagination, grand ideals, but the man with these, bereft of a good backbone, is sure to serve no useful end.
A photographer without imagination is not a good photographer.
What happened to your face?" Harriet asked. "It was a misunderstanding," Daniel said smoothly, wondering how long it might take for his bruises to heal. He did not think he was particularly vain, but the questions were growing tiresome. "A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?" "Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing. " "As if he dashed into an anvil. " "Pay no attention," Harriet said to him. "She lacks imagination.
I didn't have the patience for the research, or anything like that. I just like how it sets the imagination off. It's just an area that's very fertile for great words. Great metaphors, potentially.
What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
To allow mystery, which is to say to yourself, 'There could be more. . . things we don't understand,' is not to damn knowledge. . . . It is to permit yourself an extraordinary, freedom: someone else does not have to be wrong in order that you might be right. . . This tolerance for mystery invigorates the imagination; and it is the imagination that gives shape to the universe.
I can't even tell you what else I imagined. I can only humiliate myself to such a degree; at a certain point it becomes humorous, and this story is not meant to be humorous. This story is meant to winch your ribs open and tamper with your heart. This story is meant to make you realize that your chances of happiness in this world are terribly slim if you lack a fine imagination.
There are instances: [Henry David] Thoreau read [John] Wordsworth, [John] Muir read Thoreau, Teddy Roosevelt read Muir, and you got national parks. It took a century for this to happen, for artistic values to percolate down to where honoring the relation of people's imagination to the land, or beauty, or to wild things, was issued in legislation.
Sunday morning in America is the greatest hour of idolatry in the whole week. Why? Because most people who are even worshiping God, are worshiping a God they don't know. They're worshiping a god that looks more like Santa Claus than the God of Scripture. They're worshiping a god that is a figment of their own imagination. They created a god in their own likeness and they worship the god they've made.
There is no water in oxygen, no water in hydrogen: it comes bubbling fresh from the imagination of the living God, rushing from under the great white throne of the glacier. The very thought of it makes one gasp with an elemental joy no metaphysician can analyse.
Live out of your imagination, not your history.
Not only is hair a part of the body, but because it continues to grow for a time after death, it was considered a symbol of life and spiritual power. Likewise, hair to me is an element of mystery and an intriguing subject that rouses my imagination.
One of the nice things about problems is that a good many of them do not exist except in our imaginations.
When you're quite young, your imagination's quite free.
The true nature of the world was weirder than any bizarre fabric that anyone might weave from the warp and weft of imagination's loom.