I have a lot of fantasy.
When I write I simply follow my heart. And my flights of fantasy. It is not done with a conscious effort. I'm continually inspired and write reflexively.
We live in our fantasies and endure our realities.
We all deal with our fantasy lives and sometimes are disappointed by reality.
I have so much respect for John [Galliano]s technical skill and the fantasy, its just something that I dont find relevant now, especially when it restricts a woman, because in every other area they have so much freedom.
For many years I had heard about an underworld consisting of people who act out a vampire fantasy while I was living in New York. Fortunately for me there are also several books on the phenomena.
Creating fantasy is a very personal thing, but you can't take the process too personally.
I'm very into science-fantasy, that kind of swordfights and magic and technology thing.
Even as she’d come to know the real Ralston—the Ralston who was not cut from heroic cloth—Callie had failed to see the truth. And, instead of seeing her own heartbreak coming, she had fallen in love, not with her fantasy, but with this new, flawed Ralston.
My own fantasies of what life would be like at 24 tended to the more spectacular.
When I work, I live in a fantasy world. It's great. I get to play different characters who inspire me.
I love acting, especially if it's a fantasy of some kind, where it's not just realistic, it's not naturalism.
This mindless tolerance, which places observable scientific facts, subject to proof, on the same level as unprovable supernatural fantasy, has played a major role in the resurgence of both anti-intellectualism and anti-rationalism.
the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.
A single fantasy can transform a million realities.
We live in a bubble of the fantasy of death, but the reality of it is something that we obviously all face and have to deal with, at some point.
Everybody must have a fantasy.
We compensate for what we don't do internally by projecting and allowing our minds to be marinated in chronic fantasy.
You have this great big fantasy life, and it looks like a non-stop 247 party. But what do you do when you get to the end of the Internet and there's nothing left to buy? There's just a picture of Wayne Newton flipping you off.
She’d already decided to be with him. If only to wipe him from her mind, get him out of her system and stop the fantasies plaguing her. If only to prove to herself that being with him would not be pleasurable for her.