The imagination is ceaselessly imagining and enriching itself with new images. It is this wealth of imagined being that I should like to explore.

I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them — as many as there are people — because each person perceives the world in his or her own way; each lives in his or her own world. Sometimes they connect, for a moment, or more rarely, for a lifetime, but mostly we are alone, each living in our own world, suffering our small deaths.

I know that this world is a world of Imagination and Vision.

I feel as if I had been in the world a thousand years, and I trail my life behind me like an endless scarf.

The more history I learn, the more the world fills up with stories.

At times I felt that the universe fabricated from the power of imagination had stronger and more lasting contours than the blurred realm of the flesh-and-blood creatures around me.

I am finding out as I am aging that I am in love with the world.

I know I walk in and out of several worlds every day.

I examine my own being, and find there a world, but a world rather of imagination and dim desires, than of distinctness and living power. Then everything swims before my senses, and I smile and dream while pursuing my way through the world.

Imagine all the people, sharing all the world

There are as many worlds as there are imaginers.
- The Boat (in “Winter Hours”)

I am in love with the world.

The monkey body has carried us to this moment of release, but we are coming more and more to exist in a world made by the human imagination.

Of course there are worlds. Millions of them! Every star you see has worlds, and most of those you don't see.