The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real, for a moment at least, that long magic moment before we wake.
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
I looked about me once again, and suddenly the dancing horses without number changed into animals of every kind and into all the fowls that are, and these fled back to the four quarters of the world from whence the horses came, and vanished.
I can see every monster as they come in.
I like songs and film because you can turn your life into a sort of myth or dream.
I don't know, I always had an active dream life, and there's something so profound and wonderful about a movie. It's so alive. It's so shared. The thing of sitting in an audience and going into a dream-like state with several hundred other people that are sharing exactly what you're feeling is a profound event.
My work has always dealt with a kind of space that allows one to daydream.
I actually enjoy the fantasy world quite a bit. You have no boundaries.
Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.
I shall have a beautiful dream tonight. I also wish everyone to have a beautiful dream.
Wes Anderson grew up in Houston, and he and I talk about Manhattan in similar ways, as a kind of fantasy world.
A sight to dream of, not to tell!
While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.
Last night I dreamt I ate a ten pound marshmallow. When I woke up the pillow was gone.
I was very influenced by movies; I was very influenced by a world that had a sense of dream.
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.
The best Paris I know now is in my head.
I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.
How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.
Long walks on the beach are the supposed holy grail of a romantic evening. The beach becomes a kind of utopia - the place where all our dreams come true.
It's amazing to dwell in the world of fantasy and fear.
To sleep perchance to dream
The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
When I was little, I would close my eyes and put my finger on a page. Then in my mind, I would go to that place.
