Quotes About Fantasy

Let them believe that the fairy tales were the fiction, and that everything else was real.

At that same anthology workshop, award-winning romance writer Anthea Lawson (who also writes fantasy as the bestselling Anthea Sharp) told me about a successful bundle that she has done.

In other words: mix epic individualism with extreme religion; mix show business with everything else; let all that steep and simmer for a few centuries; run it through the anything-goes 1960s and the Internet age; the result is the America we inhabit today, where reality and fantasy are weirdly and dangerously blurred and commingled.

Starting in the 1900s, from coast to coast and seven days a week, Americans more than anyone on Earth could immerse in the virtuosic fantasies created and sold by show business and the media. This was a new condition. As we spent more and more fabulous hours engaged in the knowing and willing suspension of disbelief, experiencing the unreal as real, we became more habituated to suspending disbelief unconsciously and involuntarily as well.

The Beats' self-conception descended from a particular American lineage—mountain men, outlaws, frontier cranks, lonely individualists, and narcissistic outsiders sounding their barbaric yawps over the rooftops of the world. The hippie dream that followed drew as well from a parallel lineage—Cane Ridge, the communes of the 1830s and '40s, Transcendentalism, pastoralism, Thoreau. Both were enactments of classic American fantasies.

J.R.R. Tolkien, had it right in the lecture he gave just after he published The Hobbit. "Fantasy," he said in 1939, talking about fantastical prose fiction, "is a natural human activity. It certainly does not destroy or even insult Reason; and it does not either blunt the appetite for, nor obscure the perception of, scientific verity. On the contrary. The keener and the clearer is the reason, the better fantasy will it make.

mix epic individualism with extreme religion; mix show business with everything else; let all that steep and simmer for a few centuries; run it through the anything-goes 1960s and the Internet age; the result is the America we inhabit today, where reality and fantasy are weirdly and dangerously blurred and commingled.

The disagreements dividing Protestants from Catholics were about the internal consistency of the magical rules within their common fantasy scheme.

Let me quote once more from Tolkien's lecture, which he delivered a few months before the fantasy-besotted Nazis started World War II. "Fantasy can, of course, be carried to excess. It can be put to evil uses. It may even delude the minds out of which it came.

I want to know what she's like over a candlelight dinner. I want to see her on the beach. I want to know what it would feel like to walk beside her talking about the thoughts you never let her share.

I close my eyes, hoping to slip into the same dream again, but then that never happens, does it?

The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick.

Mouse sandwiches and open graves?" Meredith arched an elegant eyebrow. "I think you're getting Stephen King mixed up with Lewis Carroll.

No, I'll dream another dream," he said. "I've made up so many things, now I'll just go into one. I'll be part of it.

You can't just go out- No, I'll dream another dream.

Some people call it the world of dreams, but it is as real as anything else....'" Jenny

Why don't you sparkle?" -"Because I live in the real world, where vampires burst into flames.

I may just have to make you my Queen of Shadows

Words made faerie tales.

Každý sen je masochistní.

Nama'rie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar. Nai elye hiruva. Namarie! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!

You're a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable," she pleaded. "Something beautiful and full of monsters." "Beautiful and full of monsters?" "All the best stories are.

You are not just going to vanish like this, Karou. This isn't some goddamn Narnia book.

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