Fantasies… who needs fantasies? I have memories.

How’s daydreaming affecting nightmares?? Showing the light where is all dark!

It’s not a question of can or can’t. There are some things in life you just do.

The world of a cat is unlike any other. What is seen through their eyes cannot be understood by anyone besides another cat. Their world is filled with secrets and adventures that are always present...

Death is unstoppable. One must face it as a fact of life

Love has an extreme capacity to offer everything we need but not without extreme pain. Anyone who tastes the sweet fruit -joy of love, deserves to taste the bitter fruit -pain of separation. Nobody should...

People don’t care about being duped as long as they’re happy, which is the shortest form of happiness; hence ‘self-duprication’ becomes a habit.

Comforting lies are better than a hurting truth, is my policy, but it’s impossible to lie in front of you

I couldn’t say the real reason for my call when he asked me, ‘Anything else?’ It was hard for me to end the call. There was nothing I could say to him directly, but there...

Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.

Maybe at the very bottom of it… I really don’t like God. You know, it’s silly to say I don’t like God because I don’t believe in God, but in the same sense that I...

The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead...

Love is an invisible force that makes you realize that reality is better than fantasy.

In truth, his most ardent fantasy was to hear her saying the three words he had repeated so often already. I love you.

It never ceases to amaze me how adaptable social geometry can be. Within a couple of days I went from being the centre of the circle to an indefinite point outside its circumference.

Was it my fault that I got out of hand?–Loki

An Enforcer’s style is to destroy all magicians in sight and lap up their essence like a starved cur.

Meadow’s Waltz…the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began…

She wondered what it sounded like when your heart broke. Glass shattering? The thundering roar of falling mountains? Or maybe the squishy rip of a real heart?

She caught you. Therefore she gets your treasure.

Are you entirely sure of that knot?’ asked Morveer. ‘There is no place in the plan for a lengthy drop’.’Twenty-eight strides’, said Friendly.’What?”The drop’.A brief pause, ‘That is not helpful’.

The muse in charge of fantasy wears good, sensible shoes.

Man is a fantastic animal; he was born of fantasy, he is the son of “the mad woman of the house.” And universal history is the gigantic and thousand-year effort to go on putting order...

The stuff you bring back from dreams is free.

She could just kill them. If she did they would be healed again in moments ☥ She’d better let sleeping demons lie. “Enlightenment.” Coming soon

Music took her somewhere, and I used to wonder where. I thought it was dumb, the way she lived for a collection of sounds, for someone else’s words and notes.

The room was two-tiered,its marble balconies filled with rams and water nymphs in fancydress; a kaleidoscope of colours swayed in time to the beat ofhypnotic music. A concerto of absent musicians, it played only inher...

People make mistakes all the time –some of us just are in more of a position to leave an impact when we do.

There. We can be friends now.””Someone like you could never be my friend.””Why ever not?””Because I’m a nice person, and you’re a sick, twisted bitch.

Fire and water, logic and reason—those footholds of reality that you mortals hold so near and dear become like so much mist on the plains of the dreamscape.

He couldn’t think of his robbed left eye without hate squirting into his veins from some deep poison gland he hadn’t known he possessed.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended…..and then believe it.

Metal rusts, music lasts forever.

I have been waiting for your courage to bring you to me, but I have grown tired of our little game.

The last declaration he’d made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like.

I cannot understand why we idle discussing religion. If we are honest—and scientists have to be—we must admit that religion is a jumble of false assertions, with no basis in reality. The very idea of...

This would be the stuff of songs and paintings and patterns on skin.

The cave exploded with the sound of trumpets.A heavenly choir began to sing.A surge of power ran up the sword into Henry’s hand.A voice thundered through the cavern. “Whosoever Pulleth The Sword From Out The...

Yes, impossible. But do not dread, impossibility is just another measure of difficulty. The skills of dwargens and flillows sometimes match the impossible…” – Dwenzuak the dwargen

I have found the more fantastic the setting, the more truthful the confessions.

With no action to nourish it, your dream becomes a fantasy.

Besides, men aren’t worth your time anyway, Letti. If we women spent as much time on ourselves as we do fretting over men, we’d be invincible! Work on yourself because at the end of the...

If I’d learned anything, it was that the gods never had good news – especially when it was delivered by the resurrected corpse of your worst enemy.

Okay, you’re starting to talk board game. Let’s go home, babe. I’ll get you into bed.

I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills...

This isn’t going to be a cute little storybook you can close when you’re done. You open this and you’re going to be letting things out you cannot possibly imagine. And believe me when I...

My name’s Jean Tannen, and I’m the ambush.

I no longer hated the whining, menacing dragonfly we rode in, but admired its grace as we surged towards the clouds, the lights of Edinburgh twinkling below us like the starry constellations of a world...