Quotes About Fantasy

Few fantasies tickle the human pleasure center more than a vision of relaxing in a hammock watching some newfangled contraption we just built mow the lawn.

In memory of Terry Pratchett, who showed us all how it's done

Probably it goes without saying, but time machine guys don't get a lot of action. Had a one night stand with something cute a couple of years ago. Not human exactly. Human-ish. Close enough that she looked awesome without her shirt on.

And I'll be?" "Whatever you want, man," she says. "A guy can dream," you say. "Cheers to that." You touch your small coffee cups to each other's, a toast to something you both know will never happen.

1) Je ne suis pas un super-héros. 2) Il faut que j'aille travailler. 3) Si je ne devais pas aller au travail, alors je pourrais être un super-héros. 4) Si j'étais un super-héros, je ne serais pas obligé d'aller bosser.

She's got zero interest in honest-to-goodness human-on-human action. No. It's magic farmyard creatures or nothing for her.

Cupcakes are for people who can't handle reality.

Books aren't just books they're a completely different world in the palm of your hands

Two or three Months rolled away, after this Accident, without offering any new Adventure to our fair Visionary; when her Imagination, always prepossessed with the same fantastic Ideas, made her stumble upon another Mistake, equally absurd and ridiculous.

I was madly in love with not so much what was there as with what I supposed to be there.

You can't press a button to make Phil Mitchell jump over a turtle and land on a cloud (unless you've recently ingested a load of military-grade hallucinogens, in which case you can also make him climb inside his own face and start whistling colours).

President Barack Obama. President Barack Obama. Nope, still can't get used to it. It's literally too good to be true. I must've died in my sleep and am now having an insane fantasy pumped into my head by the Matrix. Any minute now Salma Hayek is going to float through the door with a tray of biscuits and I'll know the game's up.

Charlie tipped her head up. "Are you sure? We're a simple people. No automobiles or fancy gadgets." "Simple?" She chuckled. "Ha! Worlds that think and kings that plot? Sandobbles and goblins, portals and two moons? You are sadly mistaken. Besides," she said, tracing the edge of his forewing with the tip of her finger. He shuddered against her. "There's magic here.

There are times in life you wish dinosaurs weren't extinct and could be whistled to come and gulp you down.

Having picked some tea, he drank it, Then he sprouted wings, And flew to a fairy mansion, To escape the emptiness of the world....

Bedtime stories are a doorway to dreams.

I get so excited over sunsets and rainbows etc, when you see them it's like you can shut out the real world and envelop yourself in a beauty that almost makes it feel like fantasy.

I for one have always believed in the unicorn... The unicorn has managed to weave itself a very haunting reputation.

Being a person is getting too complicated. Time to be a unicorn.

When someone told me that I live in a fantasyland, I nearly fell off my unicorn.

Women don't fart — it's just glittery puffs of unicorn giggles.

Hey, I like unicorns. Unicorns are just weaponized ponies.

Unicorns are just horny ponies.

...i breathe a reverie'd ether of beauty i drown in fantasy too deep i love on the edges of souls i sleep on the shores of night...