Quotes About Fantasy

Yes, if I wasn't a happily married man with three children, Emma Bunton would definitely be my hot-tub fantasy date.

I secretly harbor the fantasy of becoming an action star at any moment. I know I'd be great at it.

Every day, I like to make hats that make people dream.

Gandalf's a good guy, and it's a good part. He says the right things, he believes the right things. An actor can have fun with it.

I've never been to Hawaii. It looks amazing.

Rhythm and blues is about what life is, it's about being able to talk heartbreak and understanding that people go through it, not about this fantasy in how much you're spending.

Comics is all about making it believable and helping people to get completely lost in a fictional world.

It's always fun to play someone like an action hero that you always wanted to play as a child. I think every young boy loves that as a kid.

Every good movie I watch, the hero becomes my favourite. I start blushing every time a hero romances a heroine.

I hurried away to the white hall of Phantasy heedless of the innumerable forms of beauty that crowded my way: these might cross my eyes, but the unseen filled my brain.

Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love. But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty–perhaps the difficulty.

It opened a little way, and a face came into the opening. It was Lona's. It's eyes were closed, but the face itself was upon me, and seemed to see me. It was as white as Eve's, white as Mara's, but did not shine like their faces. She spoke, and her voice was like a sleepy night-wind in the grass. Are you coming, king? it said. I cannot rest until you are with me, gliding down the river to the great sea, and the beautiful dream-land. The sleepiness is full of lovely things: come and see them.

By God, I wish that spit had been a real one, with me to turn it.

Steampunk is...a joyous fantasy of the past, allowing us to revel in a nostalgia for what never was. It is a literary playground for adventure, spectacle, drama, escapism and exploration. But most of all it is fun!

it was only a hopeless fantasy, it passed like an april day, but a look and a word and the dreams they stirred they have stolen my heart away.

It might very well be that literally every word in the history books, even the things that one accepted without question, was pure fantasy.

Vivid, beautiful hallucinations flashed through his mind. He would flog her to death with a rubber truncheon. He would tie her naked to a stake and shoot her full of arrows like Saint Sebastian. He would ravish her and cut her throat at the moment of climax.

Vivid, beautiful hallucinations flashed through his mind. He would flog her to death with a rubber truncheon. He would tie her naked to a stake and shoot her full of arrows like Saint Sebastian. He would ravish her and cut her throat at the moment of climax. Better than before, moreover, he realized why it was that he hated her. He hated her because she was young and pretty and sexless, because he wanted to go to bed with her and would never do so.

Well, Hilda and I were married, and right from the start it was a flop. Why did you marry her? you say. But why did you marry yours? These things happen to us. I wonder whether you'll believe that during the first two or three years I had serious thoughts of killing Hilda. Of course in practice one never does these things, they're only a kind of fantasy that one enjoys thinking about. Besides, chaps who murder their wives always get copped.

beyond that, only his own secret imaginings, founded on a dream. He

The creation of virtual worlds had taken the place of advances in the physical world. "You can say the whole Internet has something very escapist to it

We pretend to catch and eat more pretend bugs than could ever actually live in one cave. The number of pretend bugs we pretend to catch and eat would in reality basically fill a cave the size of our cave.

Her hair looked like her hair in the dream and her eyes looked like her eyes in the dream, and as for her body, he couldn't tell, she was wearing a mumu.

He was the sort of child people imagine their children will be, before they have children.