Everything I've done has always been my own made up world with its own rules and its own made up stories.
This world of the imagination is fancy-free and violently opposed to common sense.
Poetry is the gate through which I enter the land of enchantment. Once inside the flaming wall, my limitations fall from me, and my spirit is free.
The important thing is to make a different world, to make a world that is not now. A real world, a genuine world, but one that allows myth to live. The myth is everything.
It's certainly true that when I was young, writing seemed to me so important that I would have sacrificed almost anything to it ... Because I thought of the world in which I wrote -- the world I created -- as somehow much more enormously alive than the world I was actually living in.
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
Th' embroid'ry of poetic dreams.
We could think or feel as we wished toward the characters, or as the poet, discounting history, invited us to; we were the poet's guest, his world was his own kingdom, reached, as one of the poems told us, through the 'Ring of Words.
I mainly let my imagination be my reality. Fantasy is my reality.
In the creative state a man is taken out of himself.
Literature is not a picture of life, but is a separate experience with its own kind of flow and enhancement.
Where bright imagination reigns, the fine-wrought spirit feels acuter pains.
The novel is a territory where one does not make assertions; it is a territory of play and of hypotheses.
The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
I'm never lonely when I'm writing, because you live with the characters that are so alive in your mind. And you really see them and know them and get to be friends with them.
Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.