“I'm fairly certain. I could be some ghastly hallucination, a figment of my own imagination”
“I am ignoring you. In fact, I think you are a figment of my imagination.”
“I'm a figment of your imagination. You're only imagining that I'm sitting here eating with you. Because I'm just so freaking awesome that people daydream about being seen with me.”
“What do you want?” I grumbled, not really sure if I was imagining his voice or not. “I’m not a figment of your imagination.” “Then how did you know what I was thinking if you’re not all in my mind? Besides, that’s just what a figment would say.” I scrunched up my face in a display of my skepticism”
“And by the time the train pulls into the station, I find myself actually relieved that Emily's only a figment of my imagination.”
“Love could scatter my soul but up to these certain limits i could not imagine...!”