Quotes About Fantasy

If I see Zara come up riding the Loch Ness monster, we're going home,

You can't just call the Praetor. It's not like 1-800-WEREWOLF.

One does not greet the Queen of the Seelie Court with the barbarous human 'hello'...

The Silent brothers are doing nude cartwheels in the hallways

They're here right now?" Clary sputtered. "But—I'm wearing a T-shirt that says 'Unicorn Power'—" "There are no such things as unicorns," Jace said. "I know," Clary said. "That's why it's funny

Horror, for me, has to involve some sort of fantasy. Horror is something that is in your dreams or your nightmares.

When a man that attractive licks his lips, a girl's got to look. And imagine...

It's like a Hallmark movie...if Hallmark movies had hot sex - Cat Johnson

Please, please be some sex-starved nutcase who wants to kidnap me and make me your love slave, I begged silently.

We need not fear that children with creative imaginations will make God into nothing more than their other fantasies. The unseen God is real to children.

Just because it's imaginary doesn't mean it isn't real.

Just you wait. Papa Koschei is coming, coming, coming, over the hills on his red horse and he's got bells on his boots and a ring in his poket and he knows your name, Marya Morevna.

After all, in fairy tales, there was only one thing to do. In every story with a long sleep and a waking in it. An easy thing, a pretty thing. Standard currency.

Somewhere on Earth is an insect that excretes a golden antibacterial ooze that also does a splendid job sweetening your tea; a terribly picturesque tree whose bark will fix your malaria right up; and a large four-legged, two-horned mammal whose reproductive system dispenses ice cream, brie, and buttercream frosting.

A dragon looks like a girl when it is young.

Once upon a time, a girl named September grew very tired indeed of her parents' house, where she washed the same pink-and-yellow teacups and matching gravy boats every day, slept on the same embroidered pillow, and played with the same small and amiable dog. Because she had been born in May, and because she had a mole on her left cheek, and because her feet were very large and ungainly, the Green Wind took pity on her and flew to her window one evening just after her twelfth birthday.

She did not want Fairyland to be full of older girls who wanted to be stars.

I would have run wild through a magical kingdom and never looked back. Talking animals? Yes. Witches and monsters? Yes. Dark queens? Absolutely. Give it right here. I would have said yes to all of it.

Be nice to Fairyland. She is old and tender of heart and when her feelings are hurt, she cries volcanoes.

I can never remember my dreams," said the shadow of the Marquess quietly. "You must have had rich, tasty ones then. When you can't remember a dream, it's because a Baku ate it.

If Fairyland-Below is Fairyland's shadow, what is the shadow of Fairyland-Below? What's under the underworld?" Ell laughed like thunder rolling somewhere far off. "I'm afraid it's underworlds all the way down, my dearest, darling flying ace.

She leaned in, and kissed her Marid gently, sweetly. She tried to kiss him the way she'd always thought kisses would be. His lips tasted like the sea.

I do believe everyone in Fairyland-Below is royalty!" September exclaimed. "Queens and Princes and Vicereines and Emperors - it's like visiting Europe!

This is some hard-core, triple-X, keep-it-in-the-back-room-under-a-curtain, Alice in Wonderland action is what this is," Decibel said with total delight.