Judith McNaught Quotes

And so I am become a knight of the Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

Sometime I wish the aliens would abduct me and crown me as their leader.

My photographs are a celebration of life, fun and the beautiful. They are a world that doesn't exist. A fantasy. Freedom is real. There are no rules. The life I wish I was living.

Science is my territory, but science fiction is the landscape of my dreams.

I saw literature as a fantasy, no less absorbing for all its irrelevance - a parallel life, as dreams shadow waking but never intersect it.

Imagination is the politics of dreams; imagination turns every word into a bottle rocket. . . . Imagine every day is Independence Day and save us from traveling the river changed; save us from hitchhiking the long road home. Imagine an escape. Imagine that your own shadow on the wall is a perfect door. Imagine a song stronger than penicillin. Imagine a spring with water that mends broken bones. Imagine a drum which wraps itself around your heart. Imagine a story that puts wood in the fireplace.

Where human eyes have never seen, where human beings have never been, I build a world of abstract dreams, and I wait for you.

My pictures are about getting as far away from reality as possible. Dreams should be part of our everyday life.

I love acting because it's this space where dreams can be realized, fantasy comes to life, and there are no limitations on what's possible.

Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.

It is a great feeling to know that from a window I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves. And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.

How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.

Dreams weigh nothing. - Marie Antoinette

A dream of life comes to me, like a catfish dancing on the end of the line.

I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.

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.

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

The power of yes: that's what allows creativity to breathe and to come in. That's what allows your ideas to become living, breathing, moving dreams in action.

Once, I was a poet, and, like all poets, I spent too long in the Kingdom of Dreams.

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

It's just like Yeats said. In dreams begin responsibilities. Flip this around and you could say that where there's no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise.

Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith.

They give us access to another world, they give us access to dreams. It's our way of living in a different realm for a short period of time - and how beautiful is that?