The Bristol Channel was always my guide, and I was always able to draw an imaginary line from my bed to our house over in Wales. It was a great comfort.
I can relate to historical characters or imaginary ones. It doesn't matter if a story takes place in the future or in the present, as long as the story is compelling.
The future is, of course, imaginary - an unreal place that I create from my expectations, which are made from my remembered experiences, especially repeated experiences.
Each of us is incomplete compared to someone else - an animal's incomplete compared to a person... and a person compared to God, who is complete only to be imaginary.
Realism is a bad word. In a sense everything is realistic. I see no line between the imaginary and the real.
What’s more insane? Hearing imaginary voices? Or not hearing the real ones?
If you divide something that is essentially one, you will end up with imaginary infinite numbers.
The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.
I don't write fantasy; I write historical novels about an imaginary place.
If you can't ignore imperfections, then your imaginary ideal soulmate will always remain pending till you grow old and die.
I make up stories about people who are either imaginary or some variation of myself.
It’s strange how dreams get under your skin and give your heart a test for what’s real and what’s imaginary.
Many children make up, or begin to make up, imaginary languages. I have been at it since I could write.
And every place and time an author writes about is imaginary, from Oz to Raymond Chandler's L.A. to Dickens's London.
A lot of my research time is spent daydreaming - telling an imaginary admiring audience of laymen how to understand some difficult scientific idea.
I never really did abandon my true self. It's not like I invented this imaginary person and started to be her.
Where's your dog?" Peter's voice came from within the gushing stream of water. Justin thought he must have misheard. "Pardon?" "Your dog." "Yes?" "Isn't he with you today?" Justin looked at Peter. "Ha bloody ha." Peter stuck his head out of the strea...
In wine was truth, perhaps, but in whisky, the way Hoffman sluiced it down, was an army of imaginary rats climbing your legs.
In any case, muffins that are only imaginary aren't liable to get stuck.
When a cat flatters ... he is not insincere: you may safely take it for real kindness.
I’d been doing everything to please everyone else and some imaginary me.
