Quotes About Fantasy

part of a daydream's enticement was the illusion that she was helpless before its logic

The revolutionary lone inventor was a fantasy of popular culture – and the Minister

Briony knew her only reasonable choice then would be to run away, to live under hedges, eat berries and speak to no one, and be found by a bearded woodsman one winter's dawn, curled up at the base of a giant oak, beautiful and dead, and barefoot, or perhaps wearing the ballet pumps with the pink ribbon straps . . .

He needed that time edged with boredom in which fantasy could flourish. Though it still surprised her, she was to some extent familiar with the delicacy of masculine pride. Despite a surface assurance, men were easily offended. Their moods could swing wildly. Caught in the turbulence of the unacknowledged emotions, they tended to mask their uncertainty with aggression.

Such a fantasy of miscegenation could be a form of racism or simple adoration, but either way he was in no mood to banish it.

If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.

Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork? Yep. Is he carrying the moon on his pitchfork? Nope it's a pie.

You should name him Fezzik. Inconceivable.

I dreamed that Curran and I killed a dinosaur and then had sex in the dirt.

I paused with the pen in my hand. He burst into flames? He became engulfed in fire. Was his buddy made out of orange rocks and at any point yell, 'It's clobbering time'?

One does not simply ring Roland. Oh boy. I supposed I would get a lecture on the dangers of wandering into Mordor next.

So this is what it's about? This is your mature response to go off into the mountains rather than talking about it and have s'mores with a gnome and a mountain man. Yep What's your plan for tomorrow? Brunch with a unicorn?

The Beast Lord walked out of the warehouse. The screen went dark. My knight in furry armor. Saiman opened his mouth. This is why I didn't. Personally, I think your smile is inappropriate.

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.

The vampire leaned forward, tapping a scimitar claw. Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork? Yep. Is he carrying a moon on his pitchfork? No, it's a pie.

Living in your dreams meant bitter disappointment when you woke up.

He killed a man," Mom said. "He was framed," Grandma Frida said. "You don't even know the story," Mom said. Grandma shrugged. "Framed. A man that pretty can't be a murderer." Mother stared at her. "Penelope, I'm seventy-two years old. You let me enjoy my fantasy." "Go Grandma." Arabella pumped her fist in the air.

Rose pictured him standing at the boundary of the Ogletree house in that enormous fur cape, with a giant sword sticking over his shoulder, roaring at the top of his lungs and then being upset that nobody came out, and laughed.

The Dude just pounded his way in a straight line, convinced that the lion was a figment of his imagination and that the vampire ahead of him was just Grendel's deformed mutant brother.

I'd managed to find a hobbit in the Caucasus Mountains. I wondered what he would do if I asked him about second breakfast.

I'm in a Disney movie. - Augustine

After I chased the werewolf and the vampire out of my office, I changed my clothes.

She pictured him exploding into bloody mist. No. Too quick.