Quotes About Fantasy

He can come up with the most exotic things I've ever seen or heard of every time he blinks his eyes.

Her expression is from Page 18 of the Victoria's Secret catalogue.

you are excused from doing the work of constructing the fantasy. The ads do it for you. The ads, therefore, don't flatter your adult agency, or even ignore it—they supplant it.

It says: 'Scenery is here. Wish you were beautiful.

I fully grant that mysterious invisible room-cleaning is in a way great, every true slob's fantasy, somebody materializing and deslobbing your room and then dematerializing—like having a mom without the guilt.

Last night I went and saw Good Will Hunting, which takes place not exactly where I used to live, in Boston, but pretty darn close, so I've been all flush with nostalgia for it. I was in Boston from summer of '89 until spring of '92... ...I think it's the ultimate nerd fantasy movie. It's a bit of a fairy tale, but I enjoyed it a lot. Minnie Driver is really to fall sideways for. And there's all sorts of cool stuff. It's actually a movie that's got calculus in it. It takes place in Boston.

Möbius Strips. Year of the Whopper. Latrodectus Mactans Productions. 'Hugh G. Section,' Pam Heath, 'Bunny Day,' 'Taffy Appel'; 35 mm.; 109 minutes black and white; sound. Pornography-parody, possible parodic homage to Fosse's All That Jazz, in which a theoretical physicist ('Reaction'), who can only achieve mathematical insight during coitus, conceives of Death as a lethally beautiful woman (Heath). INTERLACE TALENT FEATURE CARTRIDGE #357-65-32 (Y.W.)

masturbated to thoughts of having moist slapping intercourse with Darlene

I fully grant that mysterious invisible room-cleaning is in a way great, every true slob's fantasy, somebody materializing and deslobbing your room and then dematerializing—like having a mom without the guilt. But there is also, I think, a creeping guilt here, a deep

She was the kind of fatally pretty and nubile wraithlike figure who glides through the sweaty junior-high corridors of every nocturnal emitter's dreamscape

He loved a shadow I'd created in his mind.

the woven basket between them piled high with greens. The boy and girl looked like some Rousseau ideal, a fantasy of the way the world was supposed to be if civilization went away.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

Now I will believe that there are unicorns...

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

There is a world elsewhere.

My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass.

Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!

It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

so full of shapes is fancy