“ With Pollution, emotion is irrelevant, it is not their nature, Mearth sighed, making a face as if she were talking to an ignorant small child. I didn’t create them, humans created the Pollution. Chery… Rebecca McNutt
“ The modern mind is forced towards the future by a certain sense of fatigue, not unmixed with terror, with which it regards the past. It is propelled towards the coming time; it is, in the exact words… G.K. Chesterton
“ You hate America, don't you?' 'That would be as silly as loving it,' I said. 'It's impossible for me to get emotional about it, because real estate doesn't interest me. It's no doubt a great flaw in m… Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“ If something is there, you can only see it with your eyes open, but if it isn't there, you can see it just as well with your eyes closed. That's why imaginary things are often easier to see than real… Norton Juster
“ How could the human mind progress, while tormented with frightful phantoms, and guided by men, interested in perpetuating its ignorance and fears? Man has been forced to vegetate in his primitive stup… Paul Henri Thiry d'Holbach
“ A relationship with an imaginary woman is preferable to a relationship with a real one. Salman Rushdie
“ She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable. Louisa May Alcott
“ As soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency. Slavoj Zizek
“ Gods, religions and national boundaries are absolutely imaginary. They don't tend to exist. As soon as you pull back half a mile and look down at the Earth there are no national boundaries. There aren… Neil Gaiman
“ It is only through fiction and the dimension of the imaginary that we can learn something real about individual experience. Any other approach is bound to be general and abstract. Nicola Chiaromonte
“ Finally, we entered Chetaube County, my imaginary birthplace, where the names of the little winding roads and minuscule mountain communities never failed to inspire me: Yardscrabble, Big Log, Upper, M… Sol Luckman
