“I am ignoring you. In fact, I think you are a figment of my imagination.”

“Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.”

“I'm fairly certain. I could be some ghastly hallucination, a figment of my own imagination”

“Nobody knows you.
You don't know yourself.
And I, who am half in love with you,
What am I in love with?
My own imaginings?”

“Man - a figment of God's imagination.”

“Equilibrium is a figment of the human imagination.”

“I am no poet, but if you think for yourselves, as I proceed, the facts will form a poem in your minds.”

“In any remembering, thinking or imagining, although the object of my intending is some state of affairs or other, I am also potentially aware as I intend that what I am doing is an act of remembering, thinking, or imagining. My asserting that S is P is not an assertion of mine unless I am implicitly aware as I assert that I am asserting, not entertaining the possibility that, S is P.”

“Yes, I think I am a realist. Because I make what I see. It's only the problem of seeing it. If you can imagine a thing, conjure it up in space - then you can make it, and tout de suite you're a realist. The universe is real but you can't see it. You have to imagine it. Once you imagine it, you can be realistic about reproducing it.”

“Who do you think I am, girl? If you could pick all the words of the vocabulary that your mother taught you, who do you think I am? And this is only a couple hours, can you imagine what it would be like a couple days with me? I live a hundred years a day.”