Everybody's got an imagination. Everybody's got influences.
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
Every word is part of a picture. Every sentence is a picture.
On golden wings
She flies at night
With her dress.
It's blinding white
Countless diamonds
And her long blond hair.
The queen is coming
So you better be aware.
Her plums and flowers
They're never the same
Blue and silver,
It's all her game.
Flying dragons
And enchanted woods,
She decides, she creates
It's her reality.
Fairy tales build churches.
Have you ever felt a gentle touch
and then a kiss
And then and then,
Find it's only your imagination again?
— What I'm trying to say is... it's almost like I'm writing to spend time with her.
— Who?
— The girl. The one I'm writing. It's I go to sleep at night... just waiting to get to my typewriter so I can be with her. It's like... It's like I'm falling in love with her.
— That's wonderful.
— I can't fall in love with a girl I write.
— Why not?
— Because she's not real.
— Isn't she? Are you sure?
— No. Yes. She's some motherfucking product of my imagination!
Imagination is for turbo-nerds who can't handle how kick-butt reality is!