Can you imagine that?
I can only imagine how difficult this is for you.
I can't imagine why you chose Allen instead.
I imagine because Howard sent him.
I can't imagine why he didn't tell us his friend was a pretty girl.
Imagine the stories that must lurk in the walls of this house.
You can't imagine how sore I am.
Howie was out of town and I couldn't imagine anyone visiting him at that time of night.
I couldn't imagine you'd take that long for a dog walk.
He could imagine her horror when she discovered what he planned.
She avoided looking down, afraid to imagine just how deep the waters were or how far from shore they'd gone.
Darian had spent thousands of years enslaved to the Black God before the Oracle freed him, and Jule couldn't imagine how deeply that experience must have scarred the Grey God's soul.
She didn't want to imagine what her father was capable of.
She'd never seen a man so strong, and she couldn't imagine talking to him without remembering how beautiful that body was.
"The winter's better here than Europe, I imagine," he said with a smile.
I imagine an eternity of punishment as only the Dark One can devise.
I can't imagine the impact of both on him when one is more than enough.
"Can you imagine Fred not re-reading Twelve Angry Men and trying to memorize the dialog?" he kidded.
Dean could imagine the more as Jennifer continued.
Wynn didn't want to imagine what Darkyn did to the sweet girl he left behind in Hell.
I can't imagine that will go well for her.
You can't imagine how grateful Alex and I are to you for letting us adopt her.
I can't imagine why you wanted to keep him a secret.
Oh, Dorothy--you can't imagine what horrid things they are!
I imagine it would taste mighty good.
Then imagine if you shared your Digital Echo with a billion other people on the planet.
Imagine that you personally had to create everything you wanted to use.
Jakey was the sweetest little fellow you can imagine, but he was poor and blind.
I tried to imagine my gentle poet when he was a school-boy, and I wondered if it was in Andover he learned the songs of the birds and the secrets of the shy little woodland children.
We may imagine a time when, in the infancy of the human race, some enterprising mortal crept into a hollow in a rock for shelter.
We are wont to imagine rare and delectable places in some remote and more celestial corner of the system, behind the constellation of Cassiopeia's Chair, far from noise and disturbance.
I can just imagine what a funny figure that policeman cut!
No, but imagine the old Countess Zubova, with false curls and her mouth full of false teeth, as if she were trying to cheat old age....