Quotes About Fantasy

Supernatural horror was one of the ways we found that would allow us to live with our double selves. By its employ, we discovered how to take all the things that victimize us in our natural lives and turn them into the very stuff of demonic delight in our fantasy lives. In story and song, we could entertain ourselves with the worst we could think of, overwriting real pains with ones that were unreal and harmless to our species.

I felt the kind of acute anticipation that a child might experience at a carnival, where each lurid attraction incites fantastic speculations, while unexpected desires arise for something which has no specific qualities in the imagination yet seems to be only a few steps away.

If there were dreams to sell,What would you buy?Some cost a passing-bell;Some a light sigh.

If there were dreams to sell,... Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rang the bell, What would you buy?

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

In any case, muffins that are only imaginary aren't liable to get stuck.

So, without saying anything to the others, it made its way to the farthest corner of the meadow and began to toast an imaginary muffin. That was always the best way to unwind when things got to be too much for it.

I came," she said, "hoping you could talk me out of a fantasy." Cherish it!" cried Hilarious, fiercely. "What else do any of you have? Hold it tightly by it's little tentacle, don't let the Freudians coax it away or the pharmacists poison it out of you. Whatever it is, hold it dear, for when you lose it you go over by that much to the others. You begin to cease to be.

We have to imagine and create, we have to fantasize, or there's nothing. Passion, desire, romance-those things don't exist unless we make them happen

Should you dare to ride this dreadful beast, you would awaken later as if from a deep sleep, with some of these printed scraps clutched in your hands. Fragments would hint at ideal books, impossible books, books that you have always longed to read.

People search in vain forever to find what we've got. I don't know shit about anything, Jenna, and I might be inexperienced, but I know you'll never love anyone like you love me.' 'I won't she,' she whispered. 'And yet you can leave me so easily for a baby you don't have and a husband you've never met. I'm here, I'm real, and I just lost to a goddamn fantasy. I must've never really had you at all.

There's an alternate universe where I never left, he thought.

I want to be the thought that lulls you to sleep. The memory that gets you off.

I get one slice of dick and turn into a wide-eyed Disney princess.

The concept of 'father' just feels made up, like Santa or the Easter Bunny.

This moment, the three of them together, it was her default fantasy—always in the back of her mind. But she'd forbidden herself to think it was attainable. After all, was it ever possible to really have it all?

This moment, the three of them together, it was her default fantasy—always in the back of her mind. But she'd forbidden herself to think it was attainable. After all, was it ever possible to really have it all? Did happy endings truly exist in real life? Maybe they did. Maybe this was hers.

won't," she whispered. "And yet you can leave me so easily for a baby you don't have and a husband you've never met. I'm here, I'm real, and I just lost to a goddamned fantasy. I must've never really had you at

In his eyes I saw all the other possibilities. The dream-world possibilities. The fairytale possibilities. The seemingly impossible possibilities.

Most of those who tell you they were in the resistance are fabulists at best. The worst are simply liars. It was a frighteningly small movement, covert, secret, and the price of discovery was monstrous. After the war, everyone wanted to believe that they had supported it. It is a collective French national fantasy.

He already knew that, "[i]f we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

the flanger setting ... makes it sound as if the chord is being chewed over thoughtfully by a large genie accustomed to telling long, implausible stories

For some of us, Halloween is everyday.

I like to go and watch 'Blade Runner,' which made no sense but which I loved going into that world. I think people loved going into the world of 'Dune' with all of its problems.