Quotes About Fantasy

Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated

Pretend I asked, now answer the question...

Laurell K. Hamilton

the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs." You have to love Anita Blake… ...

he'd wanted to do for years while we dated—the whole princely sweep-you-off-your-feet shit. I liked to keep my feet firmly on the ground unless sex was involved, and you can't really have sex in a horse-drawn carriage; it scares the horses.

who me? anita blake series by: Laurell K Hamilton

What are you trying to say? Olaf demanded. She is like a piece of my soul, Olaf. You are mad, Olaf said, a lunatic. Soul mates, bah! I kind of agreed with Olaf on this one. Then why is the thought of giving her a gun while I hunt her one of my greatest fantasies? Edward asked. Because you are mad, Olaf said. Hear, hear, but I didn't say it out loud.

Monsters Beware Here Be Dragons

That part of us that we trap in our dreams and deny in daylight hours.

You look like a B-movie Dracula.' - Anita to Aubrey Guilty Pleasures

We are not going to have a zombie-versus-vampire war through the streets of Dublin, Nathaniel.

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Do werewolves dream of shapeshifted sheep?

Allora pensa a qualcos'altro, qualcosa di meglio.» «Pensieri felici», suggerì Nathaniel. Gli scoccai un'occhiata. «Ti sembro forse Peter Pan?» «Sì, cioè, no. Però fai pensieri felici», insisté Nathaniel.

None of [the books are] worth reading. There are no fairy tales, no faerie tails, no sword-swinging princesses or lightning-throwing gods.

I have ten bucks in my pocket - what to spend it on? French fries - ten dollars' worth of french fries, ultimate fantasy.

Afraid that my head might burst through the roof, I head for the mall. I have ten bucks in my pocket—what to spend it on? French fries—ten bucks' worth of french fries, ultimate fantasy.

Mother and Father apologize. They sing a show tune: 'What are we to do? What are we to do? She's so blue, we're just two. What, oh what, are we supposed to do?' In my headworld they jump on Principal Principal's desk and perform a tap-dance routine. A spotlight flashes on them. A chorus line joins in, and the guidance counselor dances around a spangled cane. I giggle. Zap. Back in their world.

Mostly I watch the scary movies playing on the inside of my eyelids.

You've fallen in love with me. You want to have my babies. We'll get a team of horses and a covered wagon and we'll journey to South America and raise goats.

One night he woke to the soughing of great wings and saw a bat-like creature with the head of a violin resting upon the bedrail.

We often confuse what we wish for with what is.

Advertising reaches out to touch the fantasy part of people's lives. And you know, most people's fantasies are pretty sad.

I love biomedical science, I love astronomy, and you can't really do much with those in a fantasy setting.