Quotes About Fantasy

After all, life is not a Hindi movie.

She wondered what it would be like to live with him, to see him every day. She pictured herself handing him a towel as he shaved, telling him when he nicked himself.

La sola fuga possibile era allentare le redini della fantasia.

But he's Rachel Candy! -Both Jenks and Al

You are pathetic, Rache, Jenks said, and my eyes darted to the top of the rack and I saw him standing there, hands on his hips and frowning at me, his wings a silver blur. Rachel and Trent, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. No wait, it was a hospital room, and he had his hands on your ass and you had your tongue down his throat. I can see why you might be confused.

Trent and Ellasbeth did the nasty? Ewwww!

She was only a year old, but elves grew up fast. Not like witches, who Jenks swore were not able to be on their own until they were thirty. Ahem.

Jenks squinted at me, and when Trent nodded, the pixy gestured sourly to Bis to get on with it. A four inch man ruled us all.

Tinks titties Rache Jenks

Married pixy, I told myself, forcing my eyes back to the shelf of ceramic animals. Fifty-four kids. Beautiful wife, sweet as sugar, who would kill me in my sleep while apologizing for it.

From my ear Jenks snickered. "Awwww, you two are so sweet, I could fart fairy balls.

Have you been sniffing fairy farts?

Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

I would have sworn fairies were too big to fit into a frog's mouth.

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Por las bragas de Campanita!

I'm a pixy, Rachel. I may look all tough and stuff, but I got wings, and I know infatuation when I see it.

Five trolls in dra-a-a-a-ag," the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. "Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps, and a succubus in the snow.

When you discover that you are living in a fantasy that cannot endure, a fantasy that will destroy your world, and your children, what do you do? People said things like, Fuck it, or Fuck the future. They said things like, The day is warm, or This meal is excellent, or Let's go to the lake and swim.

Well," Amelia said, "basically my polar bears have taken over my airship.

When you discover that you are living in a fantasy that cannot endure, a fantasy that will destroy your world, and your children, what do you do?

An intense, peculiar exhalation of light and colour emanates from these fantasies of mine. I start with surprise as I note one good thing after another, and tell myself that this is the best thing I have ever read. My head swims with a sense of satisfaction; delight inflates me; I grow grandiose.

And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.

When Thad began nuzzling her neck, pressing his opened lips against her, she smacked him in the back of the head. Don't go vamp on me now! Whaa! He shot upright, his fangs sharp. Where am I? She glanced at his fangs, then down. Oh, my gods, when do you not sport wood? There are bathrooms in the back, so go burp the worm or whatever.