Quotes About Fantasy

Sleep is for dreamers.

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for a human being. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

in that stupid and fatal way some men imagine they love a woman they can't tell apart from an apparition.

Una basílica hecha de libros oculta en un palacio que no había existido nunca, un lugar al que sólo podría volver en sueños.

Una historia de libros, de dragones y de rosas, como manda la fecha, pero sobre todo una historia de sombras y ceniza, como mandan los tiempos…

All I know is that once Julián told the kids in the building that he had a sister only he could see. He said she came out of mirrors as if she were made of thin air and that she lived with Satan himself in a palace at the bottom of a lake.

Allie's eyes followed him as he walked away. He filled out those jeans really well and she could imagine what that tight butt would look like with nothing on it at all. Good lord, she had to get a grip.

She started up the car and sighed. If only her fiancé, Ethan, could be as passionate as the men that Candy Parker wrote about. It didn't matter if they were cowboys, firemen, Navy SEALs, or even mechanics. They all had one thing in common. They knew how to turn a woman on until all she could think about were their hands and lips on every part of her body.

Must be wicked, sexy thoughts about what I'd do with Toby Dawson if I could just peel those jeans off his body and jump his bones, then.-

You mean like some kind of A Midsummer Night's Dream shtick? For real?

Fantasy is one of the best mediums for telling two stories (if not more!) at once. They layer on one another: reality and make-believe, life and myth, perception and fact.

It's normal to dream about anything at all. It's not normal to dream someone else's dreams. -Arthur Mentis

And what about Cat People?" Hey, that was what I'd have said. "That's different," Marty said petulantly. "That was, you know, made-up.

How I long to feel the weight of a book in my hand. How I long to turn a page, and pass through the print as you'd pass through a door, into that world of wise and lofty spirits, of strange animals, of noble deeds and faraway cities. If only I could crawl into a book and stay there for the rest of my life.

Fairy tales are such evil little stories for young children.

Imagining and fantasizing did nothing but break her heart.

Why couldn't she, at least just this once, suddenly find magical powers?

When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

That "relationship" was a perfect example of Callie convincing herself of something that didn't really exist. She'd believed in unicorns until she was eleven, despite all evidence to the contrary, simply because she'd wanted to.

Daughter of the Erl King and the Elfen Queen, that's who you are.

Perhaps. But it is childish to think of what might have been.

Fangtasia, where all your bloody dreams come true,' said a bored female voice. 'Pam. Listen.' 'The phone is pressed to my ear. Speak.' 'Appius Livius Ocella just dropped in.' 'Fuck a zombie!

I stroked Eric's hair, tucking some behind his ear. His eyes on mine were intent, and I knew he was waiting for me to speak. I wish, I said, I could save orgasms in a jar for when i need them, because I think I had a few extra. Eric's eyes widened, and all of a sudden he roared with laughter. (Dead to the World)

My favorite fantasy? You come down into my daytime resting place stark naked, he said, and I could see the gleam of his teeth as he smiled. Oh, wait, Bill said. That's already happened.