Anne Rice Quotes

Tonight, I've finally learned to tell fantasy from reality. And, knowing the difference, I choose fantasy.

Fantasy and reality often overlap.

So she sat on with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality.

I am living permanently in my dream, from which I make brief forays into reality.

I'm half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times. It's best not to ask questions and just enjoy.

I lived so completely in my mind - a place of unchecked delusion and complete fantasy!

For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.

It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams

I don't really deal with the attention I receive to be honest. I build up a fantasy world around me that I inhabit. I cherry pick elements of literature, music, film, history and art, then weave them together to construct a fantasy reality to live in. It doesn't always work out though, I got evicted from my own fantasy once, which was quite embarrassing.

When a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.

I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.

I'm not here now. This isn't happening. You're just visiting a dream of mine.

Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.

The ability to suspend reality and go into a make-believe world can be really, really difficult if there's something really big going on.

Reality doesn't interest me.

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

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.

It's my job, to create a fantasy.

I love the ultimate escapism of paranormal and fantasy - all of the otherworldly creatures, magic, and possibilities that transport both reader and writer away from reality for a while - it's such delicious fun!

It's amazing to dwell in the world of fantasy and fear.

Fantasy is the only truth.

Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore."... He turned from me with a sigh. "I need a drink."... "Oh, good. That'll fix everything. I'm glad in a world gone mad, you've still got your old standbys."... "What do you expect me to do?" he asked. "You could... You could... Well, now that you're here, you could help us. Plus, this guy we're meeting. He's another spirit user."... "Yeah, that's exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back. " He turned away again, and I heard him mutter, "I need two drinks."

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?

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