"For me, imagination is synonomous with discovery. To imagine, to discover, to carry our bit of light to the living penumbra where all the infinite possibilities, forms, and numbers exist. I do not believe in creation but in discovery, and I don't believe in the seated artist but the one who is walking the road. The imagination is a spiritual apparatus, a luminous explorer of the world it discovers. The imagination fixes and gives clear life to fragments of the invisible reality where man is stirring...

The imagination is not limited by reality: one cannot imagine what does not exist. It needs objects, landscapes, numbers, planets, and it requires the purest sort of logicto relate those things to one another. The imagination hovers over a flower, wafted on the breeze, but tied, always, to the ineffable center of its origin."

from "The Irresistable Beauty of All Things" (exerpt from lecture "Imagination, Inspiration, Evasion") by Federico Garcia Lorca, in Harper's Magazine