My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

Truth is a matter of the imagination.

We have inhabited both the actual and the imaginary realms for a long time. But we don't live in either place the way our parents or ancestors did. Enchantment alters with age, and with the age.
We know a dozen Arthurs now, all of them true. The Shire changed irrevocably even in Bilbo's lifetime. Don Quixote went riding out to Argentina and met Jorge Luis Borges there. Plus c'est la même chose, plus ça change.

It is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception and compassion and hope.

There's a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.