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 don’t like Iago, or the Reverend Slope or any of the other villains of literature, the god of traditional Judaism...

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

The best things to use is your fantasy. If you do not use your fantasy then who are you? You must use your fantasy to clarify what is inside you.

The greatest help oft comes in harm’s disguise, to those with trusting hearts and open eyes.

can’t even face his marriage problems full on.

Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.

Fantasy isn’t about escape; it’s a survival mechanism. It’s a way to deal with things that are so much bigger than you are. So I think fantasy is special, something to be cherished and protected because it’s a very fragile thing and without it, we’re so defenseless, we’re paralyzed.

She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors–white, black, yellow–with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone’s, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before,...

Writing is the place where I can be as bold and compassionate and wise as I choose.

Unbeknownst to most of its dormant and otherwise distracted inhabitants, one beautiful tiny blue sphere, spinning through the dark cloak of galactic space, was clearly under siege.

Not a day went by that he didn’t think of that moment of impact, and when he watched, helplessly, as his son died in his arms. For all intents and purposes, he died too. Jeb Richardson sealed his heart that day; he closed his mind. He cursed god, gave up on his dreams, and turned...

Yes, indeed. San Francisco was the perfect place for a walker between worlds like Jamie Hastings to grow up in. Her soul had chosen wisely before coming in, born to a visionary mother like Amanda, and situated in one of sunny California’s most beautiful landscapes.

Well, what if you are wrong? What if the world doesn’t work the way you think? What would that mean?

Jamie reflected. She couldn’t help but feel there was more to it than what Mat was asking for, and she knew that his purpose for bringing her in had nothing to do with ‘saving the ecosystem.’ It was a ruse that he knew would resonate with her–she knew it. No, there was something more: something...

She knew that her lifework had changed forever that day. She was being called to use her gift to help prevent a tragedy such as this from ever happening again. And she knew, without question, that the whales and dolphins would reach out to her again, from the other side of the night . ....

The unification of worlds is an author’s priority, as one of them surely resides forbidden to the public.

And who is to say the truth can’t be a miracle?

Probably not, but we can pretend.

Tomorrow, I need you to die.

Stand still while I yell at you.

What they teach you as history is mythology, and true mythology is far from fantasy – every kind reveals true fragments of our real history. A bulk of our real history can be found in Egyptian and Greek mythology. Yes, myths reveal to us worlds of other dimensions that make up our true reality. History...

I write–because I must write.

Minciunile rasar cu usurinta de pe buzele noastre. Sunt desprinse din ganduri, temeri si sentimente, le folosim pentru a ne ascunde si a manipula, in timp ce adevarul ramane nerostit, o umbra care isi schimba mereu forma, care nu poate sa fie eliberata, oricat am incerca sa remediem trecutul.Minciuna ne impinge spre viitor. Adevarul ne...

The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.

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

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

You know the Prince song where the girl’s phone rings but she tells him, “whoever’s calling couldn’t be as cute as you?” I long to live out this moment in real life.

Your brain is a forest,And the nerves are trees.When the branches touch,Snaps jumps between the leaves.

I get in that kind of situation all the time, Comrade. It’s not a big deal.” Anger replaced my fear. I didn’t like being treated like a child. “Stop calling me that. You don’t even know what you’re talking about.” “Sure I do. I had to do a report on the R.S.S.R. last year.

Almost all heroism is designed to make you inert by placing it in a context that you can’t possibly act on.

Such is the passage, x. 14, where, after giving an account that the sun stood still upon Gibeon, and the moon in the valley of Ajalon, at the command of Joshua, (a tale only fit to amuse children). This tale of the sun standing still upon Motint Gibeon, and the moon in the valley of...

She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.

If you want to make amends for the life you have led then start now.

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others...

Have you ever felt as if your dreams were more memorable, more alive, than what you knew to be reality? Have your dreams ever seemed so tangible as to make you question upon waking if you’d truly only dreamt them? Have they at times been addictive enough to consume your waking hours; blurring actuality and...

Real? Real depends upon your perspective, Annabelle. People never see life exactly the same way. The world is what you think it is.

I live in two unique worlds, traveling between both with just the opening or closing of my eyes.

Don’t ever quit pretending.

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

I made a sorry face in response to such strong insistence, but I couldn’t believe him. Fantasies were exactly that..…..fantasies. Whimsy. Wishes. Mere castles in the sky without foundation or substance. Dreams didn’t come true. To believe so would be to believe falsely, to surrender to madness, to give in to an unreliable hope that...

I told you there was no such thing as immortality, not even for dragons.

The same could be said of you,” Ignatius reminded him, thinking of a forced seduction by chicken.

We’ve already slept together and you made no objection.

…She squeezed Niall’s hand and bleakly said, “I don’t want you hurt.””Oh, Serena, that’s all I have to know.” And with that, he kissed her so passionately, she felt as though she had fae transported to the moon and back…

Men and women who had worn suits for decades traded punches powerful enough to crush elephant skulls, dodged and deflected attacks too fast for the eye to follow, and died suddenly, often before the crowd registered the killing blow.Victors and dead men were separated by a blink of the eye.

Dor woke again as dawn came. The sun had somehow gotten around to the east, where the land was, and dried off so that it could shine again.

Beware, Underlanders, time hangs by a thread.The hunters are hunted, white water runs red.The Gnawers will strike to extinguish the rest.The hope of the hopeless resides in a quest.An Overland warrior, a son of the sun,May bring us back light, he may bring us back none.But gather your neighbors and follow his callOr rats will...

Rhett: If you’ve made up your mind to impale someone, do it with conviction.

Now she could smell what the jaguar could smell, odors deeper and richer than anything she had experienced before, layers of smell she could read like Fray Tomás had read the words in her father’s book: the wet decay of leaves, the death fear of a mouse, the poisonous cloy of datura, water and mud...

Sing it again!” And the women would sing again: Measles knocks at the door. Smallpox asks, Who’s there? And Scarlet Fever replies: All three of us are here!