And yet, the only exciting life is the imaginary one.

The world of reality has its limits,the world of imagination is boundless.

Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life.

Life has more imagination then we carry in our dreams.

Imagination is real.

I have found that — just as in real life — imagination sometimes has to stand in for experience.

What people lack in life is not more reality but illusion, fantasy, play.

Where the imagination is alive, wonder is completely alive. Where the imagination is alive, possibility is awake because imagination is the great friend of possibility. Possibilities are always more interesting than their facts.

The only realism in art is of the imagination.

Life is only a dream and we are only the imagination of ourselves.

There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be.

As children, we all live in a world of imagination, of fantasy, and for some of us that world of make-believe continues into adulthood.

I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.