Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.

I’d rather be lost than be somewhere I don’t belong.

At his words not my body, but my soul bucked, decimating barriers that until then had been untouched.

What do you insolent merfolks want with me now? I swear I haven’t eaten any of your children.”-Ursula

It’s all short, sweet and simple, but it’s all a moment’s worth.

But it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

Energy is a being yet is not. For it to materialise it must be pure thus it turns into a crystal like form.That is the true being of the Elders and the Three Immortal Blades.And...

An elegant sari was draped across her figure; magnificent, painstakingly embroidered, and in a shade of deep red, it was even more lavish than the gowns she had worn every day since arriving at the...

My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it’d created the only type of guy I could touch—a fantasy one.

It’s not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It’s often only in the lies that we refuse to speak that truth can be heard at all.

I’m sorry I ruined your homecoming.”He kissed me once more and then shook his head. “The only thing that could ruin this is not being with you.

My father always said that government is like watching another man piss in your boot. Someone feels better but it certainly isn’t you.

It was always easy to think that happiness and wisdom lay in the shadows, in places that have never yet been seen.

Let’s try to limit our use of stealth mode from now on,” I said.

Most of the time romance isn’t even about love, anyway. It’s about escape. Fantasy. Salvation from the mundane. Save me from boredom, from exhaustion, from my undersexed body, from microwave dinners and reality TV, from...

I remained silent, adrift in a torrent of mixed feelings. The Binding urged me to curl up in his embrace, to lose myself in his scent and surrender to his lips again; however, my own...

If you want to write a fantasy story with Norse gods, sentient robots, and telepathic dinosaurs, you can do just that. Want to throw in a vampire and a lesbian unicorn while you’re at it?...

But if it so happens … a work … under pain of otherwise becoming shameful or false, requires fantasy … [and that] certain limbs or elements of a figure are altered by borrowing from other...

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

Many years ago, plunging was discovered when the moon was in two halves- it’s all about dreams, you see

She was a perfectly clean slate–a total enigma.

Someday, I’ll get it right.

Greydor will eat us!

Answer me immediately or I’ll start cutting away everything that’s pretty on you…and then put it back.

I started picturing Rens smiling face, the warmth of his touch, the slight curl of his lip before he kissed me. Every happy memory came rushing back through the blackness illuminating it in brilliant color.

A man could only spend so much of his time ignoring the present before the present made him a thing of the past.

Let’s just say that once the party was over, the Tribe had the decency to put most of the things back into place with the possible, and otherwise notable, exception of the platypus and a...

The best I can say, it’s like this. A man’s in his skin, see, like a nut in its shell … It’s hard and strong, that shell, and it’s all full of him. Full of...

People should decide on the books’ meanings for themselves. They’ll find a story that attacks such things as cruelty, oppression, intolerance, unkindness, narrow-mindedness, and celebrates love, kindness, open-mindedness, tolerance, curiosity, human intelligence.

If you believe it, is it real, or is it real because you believe it?

We all reach a point that is the limit of our understanding. When we stare over the precipice of uncertainty and into the dark unknown that we cannot explain with hard evidence, that is when...

Man leave the past in the past. That’s where it belongs. The trouble with addicts is that they carry bad memories around with them – like old luggage. And in that luggage that’s where they...

The evolution of mind requires a diet of knowledge.

It should be particularly stressed that the fantastic makes no sense in an out-and-out strange world. To imagine the fantastic in it is even impossible. In a world full of marvels the extraordinary loses its...

Dovie’andi se tovya sagain!

Too much alleged ‘fantasy’ is just empty sugar, life with the crusts cut off.

One year later the society claimed victory in another case which again did not fit within the parameters of the syndrome, nor did the court find on the issue. Fiona Reay, a 33 year old...

Because I loved you!” she shouted. “Because I didn’t want to let you go! Because I didn’t want to lose you!” She hadn’t realized she was crying until her voice hitched and she felt the...

Reality is fatal whereas fantasy is something to die for.

They say the first of my kind was Alasdair, a human raised by hawks. She learned the languages of birds and was gifted with their form.

What goes up must come down, unless a dragon eats it.

I attract Dragons, something of a gift.

It’s like Dungeons and Dragons, but real.”Jace was looking at Simon as if he were some bizarre species of insect. “It’s like what?””It’s a game,” Clary explained. She felt vaguely embarrassed. “People pretend to be...

I swear, my dear. Sometimes our conversations remind me of a broken sword.”She raised an eyebrow.”Sharp as hell,” Lightsong said, “but lacking a point.

You don’t believe in miracles.””Sure I do. I just haven’t seen any lately.

Never underestimate what teens can understand or do. They’re smart, creative, and fresh-minded. I wish I was one.

Men aren’t an inexhaustible resource, even for a king. Soldiers must have faith that their sacrifices are worthwhile.

Only your soul knows that fear is nothing more than a creation of your fantasy.

Um, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I turned around and left as quickly as I had come in.

War is an infidel; it holds no loyalties, neither to king nor countryman. She is a whore, selling herself to the highest bidder. Victory is bought in blood and steel.