Quotes About Fantasy

My capacity for invention is flash hot stark, I thought. Sucker sunshade. Disembodied radar-reconnaissance. Not to mention Bitter Chocolate Death and Killer Zebras. Pity about the rest of me.

I cannot stand superheroes. I do not understand any of its appeal. It has just bored me to death since I was a little kid.

We are people who fantasize too much to begin with. We read too much, we feel too much, we fantasize too much - we want all the wrong things!

Someone to whom the tangible and the immediate are repugnant, to whom only the illusion is fully real.

O my America of the plains and the mountains and the valleys and the rivers and the canyons... It is with j'ust such patriotic incantations as these that I have begun to put myself to sleep at night, after jerking off into my sock.

Tolkien, lucky man, had protected a realm of his own invention to which he could flee. Robert Graves, embittered by battle, writes: The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his… Wisdom made him old and wary banishing his Lords of Faery

They shared much with Bloomsbury, including love of beauty, companionship, and conversation, but they differed from their older London counterpart in their religious ardor, their social conservatism, and their embrace of fantasy, myth, and (mostly) conventional literary techniques instead of those dazzling experiments with time, character, narrative, and language that mark the modernist aesthetic.

in the water is a woman of such beauty that her skin is paler than the white marble and her hair is darker than the night skies. He falls in love with her at once, and she with him, and he takes her to the castle and makes her his wife.

Imagination is a form of seeing

Latia returned, coming around the curve and stepping through the glass. Yes, it's our path, she reported. And it seems to be near the ogre fen. Oh? How do you know? Esk asked. Oh, nothing specific. Trees twisted into pretzels, boulders cracked with hairy fist marks on them, dragons slinking about as if terrified of anything on two legs. Perhaps I am mistaken.

She would have to ride the nightmare in her sleep. Only that would keep it material, or enable her to dematerialize with it.

Magic was magic. It had no rationale except its own.

Only in Xanth would parents see a dragon looming over their children and depart with confidence.

Meanwhile the other monsters were busy. The winged horse was rearing and stomping; the rabbits were gnawing into legs; the double-headed eagle was plucking eyeballs neatly from their sockets and swallowing them whole, the satyr was— Dor stared for a moment in amazement, then forced his gaze away. He had never imagined killing men that way.

Now play nicely , make-believe dead girl

Oh -- who's the Queen? Her, of course. The White Queen. You're just like Alice, you know. Down the rabbit hole with the Mad Hatter.

Planet Shane is a lovely place a long way from here.

Bite me, Dracula.

I can always stuff you back in the bottle and shove a tampon in the top instead of a stopper, and all the other Djinn will point and laugh-

Nice Shane said. I'm warming up to this bloodsucking thing Mikey. No you're not. Okay no I'm not but right now let's pretend I am.

Now we're in the middle of a three-sided vampire war. Which would be an awesome video game, but I'm really not interested in playing for real. I like my reset buttons.

I need to be a vampire, she said. and I want one of them to make it happen. Michael will do fine. I don't care who turns me. The important thing is that if I change, I'll be a princess. I was wrong. She was really crazy.

I'm not one of those jackasses who feel the need to strap an AR15 to their back to pick up groceries; those people live in a dystopian fantasy where they're the heroes in a world full of threats.

It's a guy thing. We have reactions to women in tight leather with whips. It's sort of involuntary.