Quotes About Fantasy

Gold! I knew it! Just think of it, Queen. Six bags of gold!" trilled the King. "What will you do with them, King dear?" asked the Queen. "I won't do anything with them. I'll just have them and be rich.

you know: CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF HUGS IS THE ENTIRE REASON I EVER ENGAGE IN ANY NARRATIVE, FICTIONAL OR OTHERWISE??

The madman is a dreamer awake

Hayatta hiçbir zaman kafam?zdaki kadar harikulade ?eyler olmayaca??n? henüz idrak etmemi?tim.

I had yet to learn that nothing in this world can ever match the marvels that we conjure up in our own minds.

nothing in this world can ever match the marvels that we conjure up in our own minds.

Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.

22. No te dejes arrastrar por el torbellino de las pasiones; antes bien, a todo ímpetu del instinto, ofrece lo que de justicia le toca; ante toda aprensión de la fantasía, conserva la facultad de pensar.

If they want a monster so badly they ought to be provided by one.

Forbidden things are open to the imagination.

Perhaps they'll say, These things are not real. They are phantasmagoria. They were made by dreams, and now that no one is dreaming them any longer they are crumbling away.

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.

I'm dreaming that I am awake.

China does not exist. Nevertheless, she longs to be there.

on the Street of Dreams it was dream eat dream.

Fool, he tells himself. She's not here. She was never here. It was imagination and wishful thinking, nothing but that. Resign yourself. He can't resign himself.

It was only a dream. It was only a larval poem. —

I wish I had a pig ball.

But now here they are, right in front of me. It's like seeing unicorns. I want to hear them purr.

Expand your world. (Stories about wizards and spells) are very frequently about power relationships...

He liked to imagine that if he hadn't been a minor, and she his teacher and subject to abuse charges, she'd have been gnawing her way through his bedroom walls to sink her avid fingers into his youthful flesh.

There's this creepy connection between leather sex, Star Trek, and the Renaissance Fair.

Oh, and last week? I changed into a tiger and scared Tommy Bertram so bad he wet his pants. Wait'll he sees my dragon.

He never really existed at all, except in my imagination, she thought wearily. I loved something that I made up...I made a pretty suit of clothes and fell in love with it. And when Ashley came riding along, so handsome, so different, I put that suit on him and made him wear it whether it fitted him or not. And I wouldn't see what he really was. I kept on loving the pretty clothes-and not him at all.