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You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.

A man who has no imagination has no wings.

He's still a relatively young captain but he shows real imagination and his fields are well thought out, it just depends, sometimes you have to stop the fours, sometimes you can let them go by [on Michael Vaughan]

Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.

Sometimes I even ask myself if all this has really happened, if its pictures dwell in truth in my memory, and not merely in my imagination.

Always have a vivid imagination, for you never know when you might need it

A vague recollection fills my mind, an image dazzling, but undefined, like the memory of a gorgeous dream. It crowds my brain confusedly, but will not stay. It changes like the tremulous sunshine on the wave, till imagination itself is dazzled, bewildered, overpowered.

Few things are more deeply rooted in the collective imagination of the English than the village cricket match.

He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.

Some books stretch the imagination. This one mugs it. [On the novel Spares]