Quotes About Fantasy

Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!

Apparently it was very lucrative to be a vampire.

She turned to him, her cheeks burning red. "What is this? Vampire porn?" "Yep." "Oh, and this is a good one. Muffy the Vampire Layer.

The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.

Sorry, I happen to be into women, so Thanatos doesn't do it for me. But it's probably fair to say that if I were gay, I'd do him.

She shoved to her feet. "What the hell is that scroll? Some sort of Aegis romance novel? Underworld erotica? Screw you all.

Razr, on the other hand... She wasn't sure what to think about him. He was smoking hot, for sure. She'd always been a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes, and she'd bet her life-stone that beneath his exquisitely tailored suit was the body of an athlete. He probably had amazing wings, too.

Baby, I want you to piss all over me!" Fred Lemish had never urinated on anything before, except perhaps some country grass late at night when he was drunk and no one was looking. "Or let me piss on you!

Only the tourists really understand Cambridge, Wittgenstein says. Cambridge is only there to be photographed: that's what they grasp. Cambridge is a collective fantasy …

I knew that reading that book would take me into another world — the real world, not the ordinary world of washing the dishes and mopping the floor. It would be like what Keats said about gazing through a magic casement into faery lands forlorn.

See what I mean by 'magical'? This was the grown- up equivalent to a kid's Disneyland fantasy. I was definitely enchanted by photos I viewed of Cornwall online, and the Travel Channel's episode I watched on England's southern counties made me even more desperate to land the position before a lucky rival could snatch it up.

Nawin: Patética humana Salamandra: Elfa engreída

Tenemos algo que los robots no tienen, al menos por el momento. Imaginación.

Trev's smile turned into a grin. His dark lashes lowered. "Do you know," he said, "when you smile at me that way, I'd like to…" He broke off his sentence and cleared his throat. "Well. Slay dragons, or something along that line." "Mere dragons?" she inquired. "I was hoping it would be giant squids.

Chopped up fairy wings, the heart of a narwhal taken during a lunar eclipse, spit from a consumptive.… Christ. Just drink it, will you?

I can hazily remember, long ago, having adults — librarians, friends' parents — suggest to me that I liked books "with magic" because I wanted to escape from a reality that, by implication, I lacked the gumption to face.

In a world ordered by sexual imbalance, pleasure in looking has been split between active/male and passive/female. The determining male gaze projects its fantasy onto the female figure, which is styled accordingly.

Woman, then, stands in patriarchal culture as a signifier for the male other, bound by a symbolic order in which man can live out his fantasies and obsessions through linguistic command by imposing them on the silent image of a woman still tied to her place as the bearer of meaning, not maker of meaning.

Me he pasado la vida soñando con mujeres imaginarias a las que convierto en reales.

I'd rather tell you about a new horse, a forest of glass, and a long good night.

That if she could choose, Sister Bert would dive into one of those books and never come back out again.

I cannot say how strongly I object to people using other people's writing as research. Research is non-fiction, especially for horror, fantasy, science fiction. Do not take your research from other people's fiction. Just don't.

Elise ran back to her room to freshen up. Just because she wasn't looking for a boyfriend didn't mean she couldn't look nice enough to inspire some wank bank fantasies for Brody.

That mama-bear, elegant-and-modest-on-the-outside, hot-as-allfuck-on-the-inside thing was ringing his doorbell. And God help him, he knew it was beyond inappropriate to be making up fuck fantasies about this woman right then but he couldn't help it.