Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.
Fantasy is an attempt to control something that is essentially uncontrollable, namely, life.
Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can.
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it, we go nowhere.
The fantastic is always a break in the acknowledged order; it is the marvellous, a moment of rupture in reality.
Fantasy is an intoxicating blend of the unreal and the real, a glimpse into the hidden corners of our minds.
Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.