A problem with my novels is that they, from the start, have been infantile and incredibly childish. There are childishness, stupidity, lack of wisdom, fantasies. At the same time, that's where my creativity can be found. If I tried to control it and make it more mature, it wouldn't be good at all. It'd be uninteresting, without any vivacity.
No one who had never been depressed like me could imagine that the pain could get so bad that death became a star to hitch up to, a fantasy of peace someday which seemed better than any life with all this noise in my head.
They always pencil in my boobs. I was only angry when they were really droopy. For King Arthur, for a poster, they gave me these really strange droopy tits. I thought, well if you’re going to make me fantasy breasts, at least make perky breasts.
Which is the supplement? Fantasy or daily routine?
Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory
I'm a fantasy writer. I don't do SF. This is important to me. If you're not clear on what genre you're in, everything gets muddled, and it's hard to know which rules you're breaking.
The poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy.
Karl Marx predicted the eventual withering away of the state and the 'dictatorship of the proletariat,' when the people would rule, which was sheer fantasy because it was sheer fantasy because it was based on grossly erroneous assumptions about human nature, as history would repeatedly demonstrate.
There is magic in my universe, but it's pretty low magic compared to other fantasies.
Theories are just fantasies. And they change.
I have abandoned my search for truth and am now looking for a good fantasy
I loved underground comics and psychedelic art. I did like some supernatural horror, but mainly fantasy. I was into escapism.
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.
All the fantasy writers I know have a way of dwelling on their own fears and phobias. A writer spends his life being his own psychiatrist.
When I started writing this, I found that I simply couldn't take fantasy seriously, so it became humorous, and continued from there.
I mean, I could go ahead and cut my head off in the guillotine, and it looks great,. . . Well, now you turn on CNN and guys are really getting their heads cut off. . . . As insane as our fantasy world gets, it's nowhere near as scary as reality.
I wanted to be the greatest woman guitarist alive. I had fantasies about being a female Jimi Hendrix.
Analysts say Obama's new immigration plan will focus on deporting violent criminals. So, this could impact your fantasy football team.
In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.
Dealing with the impossible, fantasy can show us what may be really possible. If there is grief, there is the possibility of consolation; if hurt, the possibility of healing; and above all, the curative power of hope. If fantasy speaks to us as we are, it also speaks to us as we might be