I believe in a metaphorical reality, but not in a metaphysical one.

How easy it is to mistake desire for truth and a metaphorical reality for a metaphysical one.

Happiness may be nothing but a lack of imagination.

Memory is what you imagine happened.

Words don't fly on their own; it is action that gives wings to the imagination.

Maybe I'm a happy person simply because I can't imagine being otherwise. Maybe that's all happiness is: a lack of imagination.

Maybe that's all happiness is: a lack of imagination.

The Romans had power, the Greeks had imagination.

It's hard to describe what flying feels like when you're standing on the ground.