Quotes About Fantasy

Actually, the first time I saw one in real life, I thought of the Great Pit of Carkoon in Return of the Jedi." "OK

It's probably unhealthy to miss a life that never actually existed—to

Holy shit, she thought. The dragons are throwing cars at me!

Oh ! étrangeté des rêves éveillés où l'esprit s'envole dans un monde irréel et possible ! Rien n'y étonne ; rien n'y choque ; et la fantaisie débridée ne distingue plus le comique et le lúgubre.

Prolonged travel in the alternate world of books can also make a reader more prone to fantasy thinking and estranged from his or her real life.

It could have been like a fairy tale. But fairy tales aren't real. Things don't work like that. There's a price for everything.

I envisioned huge piles of the Elf Hotel flying off the belt, taking down everybody in sight. I had seen pictures of that Elf Hotel - it had sharp candy-cane spires that could easily impale someone. If anyone was ever going to be killed by an Elf Hotel, it would be my parents.

I always wanted stories to be real, so I started writing my own.

She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.

I could pretend, at least, and if I pretended long enough, maybe I could make it into a reality.

Where does this arrogant fantasy come from?

I always had a hankering for the security of impossible dreams.

Lolita diventa il prodotto del sogno di qualcun altro.

I was actually doing in my life. I was like a young Walter Mitty; a Don Quixote with no Sancho Panza.

Magic beans, baby. Magic beans.

You mean the Chaos Emeralds?

I felt as if I had woken up to find a blue sun in the yellow sky, or heard animals speaking like men.

In other words," she said, "you've got some magic beans in your pocket. That's what you're telling me. You have some magic beans, and you're going to plant them, and overnight a huge beanstalk is going to grow high into the sky, and you'll climb up the beanstalk, kill the giant who lives in the clouds, and then bring home a goose that lays golden eggs. Is that it?

But life could not be lived between the pages of a romance novel.

When you watch television, you never see people watching television. We love television because it brings us a world in which television does not exist.

Imagine a ruin so strange it must never have happened.

Somebody one time gave me the one where the boy is hateful and sent to bed with no supper, and in his head he's a monster and goes to this island where it's all wild monsters like him, seriously ticked off, making their wild rumpus.

She takes my hand like a woman in a dream. She is in a dream, and so am I. Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief . . . but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?

Their situation was becoming ever harder to deny: they were characters in someone's story. This whole world--