Patricia A. McKillipThose who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice.
About This Quote
In this quote from Socrates, he is speaking against those who condemn the imagination as being "monsterish" or "misbegotten." He states that we all dream and that we cannot control our dreams. He also says that those people who refuse to dream and choose to judge others for their dreams are condemning their own imaginations and condemning the power of imagination itself.
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