Quotes About Fantasy

The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world.

You were the vampire in my dream. My perfect one.

what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams

People played with fact and fancy. Waitresses wrote novels at night that would make them famous. Laborers fell in love with naked movie queens in rented cassette films. The rich wore paper jewelry, and the poor bought tiny diamonds. And princesses sallied forth onto the Champs Elysées in carefully faded rags.

True, in The Howling , they had fun making out, but other than that, what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which belonged only to us and to which these others could never be admitted. Oh, inocent love, she said even as she drank from me, oh, innocent innocent love.

I can walk through a myth and out of it!

The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.

Oh, how is it such a fantasy could get its hook so deep?

But before we cut to Present Time, let me have my little fantasy. I need it (Chapter 1).

Now I remarked a little while ago that I wanted the Talamasca to envelop her in fantasy, to give her everything she should desire.

Daniel himself had no use for the world, and had come to me hungering for our Dark Blood, his brain swimming with macabre, grotesque tales which Louis de Pointe du Lac had told him.

It appears that he was accidentally dreaming somebody else's dream.

Alice often liked to imagine that a book was being written about her life. A narrator with an authoritative male voice was describing her every act. "Alice sighed" was a frequent observation.

He must have been thinking about this ahead of time. He must have consciously decided he wanted her, and imagined how it would be. The knowledge made her feel mysterious and desirable and grown-up.

If I could have anything I wanted, I would choose story without end, and it seems I have lots of company in that.

This world of the imagination is fancy free and violently opposed to common sense.

I wonder if she ever wants to trade lives with me, if only for the chance to punch something.

I don't know your life history, but I think children need to believe in powers outside themselves. That's why they read books about witches and wizards and God knows what. There is a human need for that which childhood normally exhausts. But if a child's world is broken up by too much reality, that need goes underground.

I wanted to have a make-believe world because I couldn't bear to live in the real one.

But I do not think dragons drained such sad blood.

And he sailed off through night and day And in and out of weeks And almost over a year To where the wild things are.

4: Stories let us lie to ourselves. And those lies satisfy our desires.