Quotes About Fantasy

Let us leave the beautiful women to men with no imagination.

All the mind's activity is easy if it is not subjected to reality.

Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.

Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.

If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

Only that which is absent can be imagined.

Sometimes, too, just as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, so a woman would come into existence while I was sleeping, conceived from some strain in the position of my limbs. Formed by the appetite that I was on the point of gratifying, she it was, I imagined, who offered me that gratification. My body, conscious that its own warmth was permeating hers, would strive to become one with her, and I would awake.

She lived her life, but I may have been the only one to dream it.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride

a giant, stoned, hyperactive catzilla

Second star to the right and straight on to morning.

When you're a kid all you want to do is be somewhere else.

Sarah Monette, Chris Roberson, Brandon Sanderson, K. J. Bishop and Steph Swainston

a classic children's book from Catherynne Valente.

Men really do need sea-monsters in their personal oceans

Just like heaven. Ever'body wants a little piece of lan'. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. It's just in their head. They're all the time talkin' about it, but it's jus' in their head.

An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

To the stars, on the wings of a pig.

To the heavens on the wings of a pig.

And in his dream, Coyotito was reading from a book as large as a house, with letters as big as dogs, and the words galloped and played on the book.

Oh! Alice in Wonderland. You're too big for that.

I also wonder what would have happened if Steinbeck had forsaken Le Morte d'Arthur and invented a world of his own. Free to follow his own course, he might have crafted a major work of fantasy. It's not as unlikely as it may seem. His first novel, Cup of Gold: A Life of Sir Henry Morgan, Buccaneer, with Occasional Reference to History, was one of high adventure, with more fiction than history.

If Rabbit knew a way to clone an adult sized vagina, Rabbit would clone it, have sex with it, then clone an arm to the side of that vagina so he could carry it with him everywhere he went like a big, fuzzy key chain.

Fantasies are like extra cash. They need to be banked for later use.