If there is any realm where distinction is especially difficult, it is the realm of childhood memories, the realm of beloved images harbored in memory since childhood. These memories which live by the image and in virtue of the image become, at certain times of our lives and particularly during the quiet age, the origin and matter of a complex reverie: the memory dreams, and reverie remembers.
Gaston BachelardDreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.
Gaston BachelardLiterary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
Gaston Bachelard