Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.

Everything's going down the drain, and they have this little picture in their heads about how nice things could be...

Dullness. Only humans could have invented it. What imaginations they had.

That's Third Thoughts for you. When a huge rock is going to land on your head, they're the thoughts that think: Is that an igneous rock, such as granite, or is it sandstone?

I've always felt that what I have going for me is not my imagination, because everyone has an imagination. What I have is a relentlessly controlled imagination. What looks like wild invention is actually quite carefully calculated.

I'm up to my neck in the real world, every day. Just you try doing your VAT return with a head full of goblins.