What people really want in the theater is fantasy involvement and not reality involvement.

I will not miss him.” But her eyes told the real story.

Classic fairy tales do not deny the existence of heartache and sorrow, but they do deny universal defeat.

And the more he gazed at her, the more he felt a twinge of something he couldn’t quite describe, an unknown surge that bubbled inside him from the first moment he’d caught sight of her,...

The warm days of Firestreak are usually good for travellers in the world of Amarillia.

Fictional stories were written so that they seemed real, kind of like a well-executed lie. Fiction creates an unreal world that’s better than the real one.

A man inherited a field in which was an accumulation of old stone, part of an older hall. Of the old stone some had already been used in building the house in which he actually...

And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air.

We must kill the guard before we can enter the palace.

Teach them that rainbows appear after a storm to remind them that light begins and ends with all colors.

Sometimes everything you know in the world turns out to be a lie. But at the end of the day the lie isn’t what matters, it’s what you do after you tell it. If you...

There’s something intrinsically radical about the fantastic aesthetic – starting from the premise that the impossible is true, attempting to undermine expectations.

La paura ha tutto un altro sapore quando la si vive dal vero, Meggie, e giocare all’eroe non era così divertente come mi ero immaginato.

I glanced at Derek. The boy wonder didn’t melt into a pile of goo, although his gaze was glued to Rowena’s chest. Avoiding eye contact. Good strategy.

Look at me!” he would shout as he ran laughing through the halls of Storm’s End. “Look at me, I’m a dragon,” or “Look at me, I’m a wizard,” or “Look at me, look at...

Take the word for it of a man who has made his way inch by inch, and does not believe that we’ll wake up to find our work done because we’ve lain all night a-dreaming...

The last image I registered was Ethan and my hand – linked, bound and unbreakable.

Because I love a pair of pretty green eyes.” He grinned.

We get chased by orcs, I’m tripping you and running the other direction.

She was neither white nor black, Fyre nor Aquanite; she was a dame of the White King, and it was up to her, and her alone, to choose what path her life would take.

You go, girl!” smirk right back. I think of CK, how he and I often sat like that. Not because we were seconds from making out or wanted to look like a couple, but just...

Express yourself, Express your life, Express the Moment, Live the life.

He’s close enough now that I can hear his footfall on the pavement, and I knowmy chances of outrunning him are slim. I’m practically in a full sprint, and my pounding heart is begging me...

… They paid some madman who thought he was a decorator a lot of money to make the place look hip and unique. May be it’s my lack of fashion sense talking, but I thought...

A woman’s prerogative. I’ve had a very long time to think things over.”Botua’s charred body floated out of some locked section of her mind. Her will hardened. She’d learned the cost of hesitation. Things were...

No–one believes they’re a hero. But that doesn’t mean they’re not heroic – Captain Spectre.

Dear, that is not St. Vincent’s fantasy, it’s his reality. And you’re probably the first sweet, decent girl he’s ever had anything to do with.

Wisdom cannot be stolen – it can only be shared.

Just write what You want to write, how You want to write it! K.D.Faerydae

He’ll probably be a bit Looneyville for a while.

I saw sadness when I looked at what was left of them. The demigods who had once controlled the heavens had been brought low, humbled to the point of death. I always imagined I heart...

Guerilla warfare? I was in way over my head. I told myself that I could do this. It was guerilla warfare every time I went to sleep.

Yes, I’m Daniel Tahi.” I know what your lips taste like.I know you roll your eyes when you think someone is an idiot. I know that you wish you were six inches shorter because you...

We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.” — Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred

No one ever said you can’t have world dominance and a little romance too.

One of the most brilliant Russian writers of the twentieth century, Yevgeny Zamyatin belongs to the tradition in Russian literature represented by Gogol, Leskov, Bely, Remizov, and, in certain aspects of their work, also by...

suspension of disbelief’, that beloved criterion of positivist criticism supposedly serving to establish the legitimacy of the fantastic, confirms this hegemony.

Always give the rabble something to love and something to hate.

We all straddle the abyss, Penny. If you never look down, how will you ever know who you are or what you will become? Your dad could never be ashamed of you, because falling in...

Where moments before the bright morning sun flickered through the branches of the huge oak trees surrounding the property, every-thing in a ten yard radius immediately went pitch dark. The air, already a chilly fifty...

it’s the way he uses language—which is nothing like the way fantasists used language before him. There’s no sense of nostalgia. There’s no medieval floridness. There’s no fairy tale condescension to the child reader. It’s...

«Non ti è chiara una cosa, voglio godermi il calore del tuo corpo fino in fondo. Sai che voglio dire? Non vorrei consumare prima della tua consacrazione alla famiglia,ma è così difficile resisterti», disse accarezzandomi...

Sometimes what we don’t want is actually what we need.

You must let what happens happen. Everything must be equal in your eyes, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, foolish and wise.

There is no getting away from the past or from one’s destiny.

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

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....

You may choose to live in a world of fantasy if you like, my dear, but I am a realist.

Rupert: “… At this rate, somebody is bound to upset the Warlock once too often, and we’ll end up with a Court full of bemused looking toads.””He wouldn’t dare use his magic here,” said the...

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