I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don't really exist if you don't.

The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.

A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle...

A masterpiece of fiction is an original world and as such is not likely to fit the world of the reader.

You need imagination in order to imagine a future that doesn't exist.

...in an infinite universe, anything that could be imagined might somewhere exist.