Quotes About Fantasy

We dream every night, all the time.

I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

Yeah, the world would swing if I were king. Can I help it if I still dream time to time?

I spend shockingly little time thinking about real-world stuff.

Nothing in recent years, on television or anywhere else, has improved on a good story that begins "Once upon a time..."

I would watch 'Wizard of Oz,' like every day, when I was two. I had a hard time understanding that I couldn't go into the film, because it felt so real to me.

I'm a big fan of the '80s fantasy genre that I grew up watching, movies like "Krull" and "Clash of the Titans" and "Time Bandits" and all that stuff.

I think film should be interactive. But at the same time, it's also great to go see a big popcorn movie and be taken to a complete fantasy world.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

There's a special gut-check moment the first time you write a scene in which somebody casts a spell.

Fantasies were safe. It was a break from reality. A chance to act on desires for a short period of time.

Man has imagined a heaven, and has left entirely out of it the supremest of all his delights...sexual intercourse!...His heaven is like himself: strange, interesting, astonishing, grotesque. I give you my word, it has not a single feature in it that he actually values.

A well put together unreality is pretty hard to beat.

How fairylike does everything appear to her enchanted vision!

By and by Tom's reading and dreaming about princely life wrought such a strong effect upon him that he began to act the prince, unconsciously.

How easily she finds the impossible in the ordinary.

Whenever I felt particularly bad I'd instantly cling to a favorite daydream, one I was willing to revisit constantly, a pretty vivid one too . . .

with me losing myself in such a dream, over and over again too . . .

A KEY WORD*** Imagined

I see myself beneath her. Being taken and made love to. I feel her. I know her. Taste her champagne mouth. Ignore the ugly teeth. Just shut my eyes and taste her.

Un ojo abierto, el otro soñando.

It was a nice dream, and an impossible one.

Sex was like Disneyland to her: an allotment of organized wonders and legal mischief.

Why is it, she asked, snuggling closer, that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?