Quotes About Fantasy

Your cat ate my unicorn's breakfast.

Hey, do me a favor and grab my butt," Olaf´s head said to Hans.

Happily Ever After Scrolls

Do either of you like...dragons The girl with the ribbon lights up like a firefly. I've always wanted to meet a dragon! Bingo!

Don't open that book any further!" Flora cries, her hands outstretched to snatch it. Too late. The book jumps from Ollie's hands and spins in the air. The pages blur before the motion stops on an open page. All is quiet. Ollie sighs. "Oh good. For a minute, I thought—" His voice is cut off as a pirate leaps out of the pages and points his sword at Maxine's throat.

Maybe if you were an alicorn like Twilight Sparkle and could just fly there.

The best sex takes place in the mind first

Even behind the so-called protection of the changing screen, Dominic could see every line of Katherine's body in the firelight. He supposed he should feel guilty, but that was the furthest thing from his mind as he watched her shadow stoop to pick up her nightgown. By God, she was perfect. From the soft curve of her breasts as the shift slipped over them, to the long lines of her arms and legs, it seemed her body had been plucked from his most detailed, sinful fantasy.

Ever seen Xena? Wonder Woman? Weird Science? Yeah. He wants a mythical creature.

Talia was the realization of his fantasies, his darkest dreams. The ones that begged for The Little Death over and over

It's kind of amazing, how nostalgic you can feel for memories that never actually happened.

Belle hesitated. "What is this place?" she asked. "A bit of magic, like all good books," the man replied. "An escape. A place where you can leave cares and worries behind." He smiled. "At least for a chapter or two.

One cannot find that which never existed!

Then he smiled and said, "A big, beautiful brand-new castle.

Nevermore is more than an illusion child. It is very real.

Why can't he be the prostitute, and I the john?

I wonder what Proust would have made of our present-day locus of collective fantasy, the Internet. I'm guessing he would have seized on its wistful aspect, pointing out gently and with wry humor that much of what beguiles us is the act of reaching for what isn't there.

wishes she were daring, risqué, all the things she has never been and will never be.

As children, Grace and I liked to pretend our life was a movie projected onto a giant screen before an audience who watched, rapt, as we ate our pork chops and finished our homework and went to sleep side by side in our twin beds, Grace rising to shut the closet door if I left it open. Gradually, mysteriously, that fantasy evolved into a vocation--I came to imagine my future not in terms of anything I might do or accomplish, but the notoriety that would follow.

Was everyone nuts in medieval times? Doubtful. But their imaginations were more active. Their inner lives were rich and weird.

I see now that the place I've been yearning for is my own imagination.

But surely the idea that one might slip away unseen and take up another life is nearly universal. Is there anything more fundamentally human than the desire to live in another world, as someone other than our own earthbound selves?

Is there anything more fundamentally human than the desire to live in another world, as someone other than our own earthbound selves?

I don't have this fantasy about marriage anymore. Everyone says it takes hard work. Well, it kind of does - and I'm much more pragmatic about romance than I used to be.