Djuna Barnes Quotes

Our imagination just needs space. It's all it needs, that moment where you just sort of stare into the distance where your brain gets to sort of somehow rise up.

It's really about living in your head... just looking out at the world, then going back into your head and tossing around a lot of ideas and coming out with something interesting to say.

I'm really bad with answering questions. Usually, I don't even answer them. I try to find inspiration inside of the question. I think, and I jump from one beam of inspiration or energy to the next, as opposed to explaining the energy.

I want to create an atmosphere that can be consciously plumbed with seeing... like the wordless thought that comes from looking in a fire.

No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere.

On my hike my brain was left to wander. That was often maddening because it was tedious and monotonous sometimes, but then my the mind would take over, and that's when I'd start hearing the music in my head or thinking deeply about people I know or things that I didn't even know I remembered anymore. Those thoughts would be there. I wouldn't have had them otherwise.

Our souls need time to think, dream, and reflect.

One travels to escape from it all, but that is the great illusion: It cannot be done, since one travels with one's mind.

Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.

Before the day begins, you are not yet engaged in any physical activities. And it is only physically that you are constrained by the limits of time and place; mentally, there are no such boundaries.

I'm a daydreamer.

I live in my head all day long and the world is a little dreamy.

Thought is a key to all treasures; the miser's gains are ours without his cares. Thus I have soared above this world, where my enjoyment have been intellectual joys.

I love to lose myself in other men's minds.

In idling, the motor's running, but you're letting your mind take in anything. Things pop into it. Those are the gifts of subterranean conscious.

I discovered that my imagination came alive when I moved away from the immediate world around me.

One reason to write a poem is to flush from the deep thickets of the self some thought, feeling, comprehension, question, music, you didn't know was in you, or in the world.

Other kids would be playing with their Action Man, and I was questioning life and society.

Writing is a way of drifting within my own mind: almost a solitary process, so to speak.

I'm just a bit of a dreamer, and I get really in my thoughts. I get so deep with myself at times it's almost very scary.

I am a day dreamer. I visualise a lot of things at the same time.

Sometimes when kids look like they're daydreaming, it's because they are, and we can't allow that possibility.

Imagination flourishes best in solitude.

When you find yourself alone, or in a transition, you dream more. These are also the times when you read books.

To dream magnificently is not a gift given to all men, and even for those who possess it, it runs a strong risk of being progressively diminished by the ever-growing dissipation of modern life and by the restlessness engendered by material progress. The ability to dream is a divine and mysterious ability; because it is through dreams that man communicates with the shadowy world which surrounds him. But this power needs solitude to develop freely; the more one concentrates, the more one is likely to dream fully, deeply.