Janet Fitch Quotes

Man lives by imagination.

I really do think that dreaming and fantasies are very important to the human psyche and the soul. That's why I want to act.

What is a television apparatus to man, who has only to shut his eyes to see the most inaccessible regions of the seen and the never seen, who has only to imagine in order to pierce through walls and cause all the planetary Baghdads of his dreams to rise from the dust.

I loved the world of imagination.

While all the other kids were out playing ball and stuff, I used to stay in my room and imagine that there was a camera in the wall. And I used to really believe that I was putting on a television show and that it was going out to somewhere in the world.

I am more connected to the world of the imagination, but you don't have to have polio to do that.

Well, I'll say I have an incredible ability to fantasize - I really do. I don't have to have things tangible to be able to see them, and therefore I enjoy so many things, because they're in my mind.

The images from the book you make in your head are always going to be the best images.

I kind of write in my own little world.

To stay sane, I lived in my head, where I could travel and imagine. In my mind, I played a championship game with the Knicks. I won Wimbledon five times. If the Yankees needed a home run, I came to bat.

When you live in a world of imagination, your imagination doesn't necessarily grow old with you.

A dreamer he was, and ever would be. Yet dreaming need not injure us, if it do but take its turn with waking; and even dreams themselves may be turned to beauty, by favoured men to whom nature has given the powers of casting them into form.

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.

A daydream is a meal at which images are eaten. Some of us are gourmets, some gourmands, and a good many take their images precooked out of a can and swallow them down whole, absent-mindedly and with little relish.

Fantasy is one of the soul's brighter porcelains.

Everything looks better with my eyes closed.

I think people have always loved things that are bigger than life, things that are imaginative.

We all live best in our imaginations.

For really, dreaming is the well-mannered people's way of committing suicide.

I mainly let my imagination be my reality. Fantasy is my reality.

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate: Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass Hang all the furniture above the grass, And how delightful when a fall of snow Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so As to make chair and bed exactly stand Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!

I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

By listening to certain words as a child listens to the sea in a seashell, a word dreamer hears the murmur of a world of dreams.

If I sit and daydream, the images rush by like a succession of colored slides.