Quotes About Fantasy

people needed to be turned into frogs. Or pigs.

Witchbane," he said. "Witch's Spawn." He grimaced, or maybe he smiled. "Something like that, maybe. I forget.

Buckets,' said Cimorene. 'Lots of buckets, and soap, and lemon juice. Where do you keep your buckets, Mendanbar?' 'Around somewhere,' Mendanbar said vaguely.

Thanking all her lucky stars individually and by name, Cimorene twisted and scrambled to her feet, sword ready.

So, in a fit of pique, I came up with the silliest thing I could think of, and handed the book in under the title "Bowling for Dragons

I'd rather be eaten by a dragon.

Fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread."   Ballimore shook her head. "Nonsense, dear. It's just Princess Cimorene and the King of the Enchanted Forest." "And neither of us is English," Cimorene added.

You must have misunderstood," Keredwel said severely. "No one volunteers to be a dragon's princess. It isn't done." "Actually, Alianora's quite right," Cimorene said as she set the teacups in front of her visitors. "I did volunteer." She smiled sweetly at the thunderstruck expressions on the faces of the first two princesses. "I got tired of embroidery and etiquette." Keredwel

I'm not going to dress in velvet robes with ermine trim when I'm spending the day hanging pictures and cleaning out the attic in the South Tower, no matter how much Willin would like it," Mendanbar said firmly.

I tried to imagine a dragon eating apples and failed.

Thank you very much," I said. "But I really ought to tell you: I'm not a lord." The dwarf smiled tolerantly. "Of course not, my lord. Is there anything else we can do for you?

Patricia C. Wrede

Instead, we linger over a luxury that costs nothing: Imagining what may be.

My mother taught me to be polite to dragons. Particularly polite, I mean; she taught me to be ordinary polite to everyone...but dragons are a special case. -Daystar

But what is a dream, Conor O'Malley? the monster said, bending down so it's face was close to Conor's. Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

But what is a dream...?...Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

Even though it walked and talked, even though it was bigger than his house and could swallow him in one bite, the monster was still, at the end of the day, just a yew tree.

Quién dice que no es todo lo demás lo que es un sueño?

But what is a dream, Conor O'Malley? Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

Mais qu'est-ce qu'un rêve, Conor O'Malley ? dit le monstre en se penchant pour rapprocher son visage de celui du garçon. Qui peut dire que ce n'est pas tout le reste qui est un rêve ?

Quien dice que no es todo lo demas lo que es un sueno

Que importaria la distancia si solo fuera un sueno

Ma che cos'è un sogno, Conor O'Malley? Chi può dire che non sia un sogno tutto il resto?

In her dreams, she flies.