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Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense. ↗

— Siri Hustvedt

#language #memory #words #imagination

I think this journal will be disadvantageous for me, for I spend my time now like a spider spinning my own entrails. ↗

— Mary Boykin Chesnut

#i #i think #journal #like #me

Worry is a misuse of the imagination. ↗

— Dan Zadra

#imagination

Floyd could imagine a dozen things that could go wrong; it was little consolation that it was always the thirteenth that actually happened. ↗

— Arthur C. Clarke

#imagination

Just then, my phone started ringing. The ring must have been damaged by the water as well, so now it had a high, keening note - kind of the sound I imagine a mermaid might make if you punched her in the face. ↗

— Maureen Johnson

#maureen-johnson #the-jubilee-express #imagination

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding. ↗

— Mary Chesnut

#i #i do #myself #regrets #vain

You say you are a nameless man. You are not to your wife and to your child. You will not long remain so to your immediate colleagues if you can answer their simple questions when they come into your office. You are not nameless to me. Do not remain nameless to yourself — it is too sad a way to be. Know your place in the world and evaluate yourself fairly, not in terms of the naïve ideals of your own youth, nor in terms of what you erroneously imagine your teacher's ideals are. ↗

— Richard P. Feynman

#imagination

As a rule, software systems do not work well until they have been used, and have failed repeatedly, in real applications. ↗

— Dave Parnas

#applications #been #failed #real #repeatedly

Do people ever climb the demon towers? Like, for any reason?" Aline looked up. "Climb the demon towers?" She laughed. "No, no one ever does that. It's totally illegal, for one thing, and besides, why would you want to?" Aline, Isabelle thought, did not have much imagination. She herself could think of lots of reasons why someone might want to climb the demon towers, if only to spit gum down on passerbys below. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#imagination #isabelle-lightwood #max-lightwood #humor

Why did she love him so? Women had always taken him to be other than he was, and they had loved in him, not himself, but a man their imagination had created, whom they had greedily sought all their lives; and then, when they had noticed their mistake, they had still loved him. And not one of them had been happy with him. Time passed, he met women, became intimate, parted, but not once did he love; there was anything else, but not love. ↗

— Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

#women #imagination