Juan Ramon Jimenez Quotes

I love to live in a magical place.

What I realized is that the desire for making 'Places' came from the fact that I've got this strange situation with having been born in the glitter, born on the other side of the mirror that everyone fantasizes about.

On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us - ah! what a dream, to live in that! - the other stifles us at the first breath.

I'm in my dream world.

Compared with games, reality is disconnected.

Gilligan's Island is wherever you want it to be in your mind.

Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without the thorn.

That's one thing about fiction: you can make the world be the way you think it should be.

I would like people to come into my Dreamworld and then choose to stay.

Before we had airplanes and astronauts, we really thought that there was an actual place beyond the clouds, somewhere over the rainbow. There was an actual place, and we could go above the clouds and find it there.

If I had my own Neverland it would probably be the coolest place in the world. You could do anything you want there. There would be trees everywhere.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, Way up tall, There's a land where they've never heard of cholesterol.

Storytelling, mythology and film provide a lot of hope but, on the flip side, can also create delusion.

There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.

I like America. I think it's pretty cool. I got into acting to avoid politics of any sort so I could remain in a fantasy world.

We all need illusions. That's why we love movies.

Reality is a dirty word for me, I know it isn't for most people, but I am not interested. There's too much of it about.

Well, again working strictly to the film, where you had this lovely, lovely land of brightness and color. And everybody is smiling and happy and butterflies flitting around and it was that kind of image that, it was like a dream world, really.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.

I don't think I make much of a distinction between the 'real' and the 'fantastic.' They both seem to be threads in the same cloth as far as I'm concerned.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

That's what fantasies are for, to help us imagine that things are better than they are.

The human mind is inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors; it is when it tries to invent a Heaven that it shows itself cloddish.

Escapism makes a lot of intuitive sense - whisk people away from their cares with stories of a better life.