You are that one person I just want to do everything nasty to.

It’s all make believe, isn’t it?

If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.

The gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge.

It seemed less real, and that was what was needed.

Momiji Sohma: Hey, Haru, is it weird for Aya to leave his shop? I mean, he IS the owner.
Tohru Honda: Oh? So, you mean, Ayame

Are you still trying to convince people that nonsense is true? You little fool. How many times do I have to explain this to you?

I want to be that freaky fantasy that is always on your mind.

What if I offer you three wishes and grant them all? What would you like to do in bed tonight?

I want you to take off my clothes, choose your fantasy and turn it into reality.

You live in my dream state. Relocate my fantasy I stay in reality.

In your dreams Pedro, in your dreams.

I want to do bad things with you.

I thought we could start our morning off with a fantasy. You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.

Ayame Sohma: In fact, perhaps it would be easier if we just discussed me instead.
Yuki Sohma: What would be the point in that?
Ayame Sohma: Oh, in that case, I should be prepared to talk about why I chose this lyrical professional overflowing with fantasy! It’s because I wanted to create something. Even I, who have a charisma that wafts of noble refinement, have times when I lose confidence! And so I had this uncontrollable urge to try making something. Anything, it didn’t matter what. It just so happened that dress-making suited me best…. I just wanted to make sure that I had the power to make something. Maybe I wanted to know if I could create something with my own hands. If there could be something that couldn’t exist without me.

I liked to imagine her looking down on us, still aware of us, but it seemed like a fantasy and I never really felt it – just as the Colonel had said at the funeral that she wasn’t there, wasn’t anywhere. I couldn’t honestly imagine her as anything but dead, her body rotting in Vine Station, the rest of her just a ghost alive only in our remembering.

You don’t even care about her! All that matters is you and your precious f***ing fantasy that you and Alaska had this goddamned secret love affair and she was going to leave Jake for you and you’d live happily ever after. But she kissed a lot of guys, Pudge. And if she were here, we both know that she would still be Jake’s girlfriend and that there’d be nothing but drama between the two of you — not love, not sex, just you pining after her and her like, ‘You’re cute, Pudge, but I love Jake.’

Kevin Copeland: [as Brittany Wilson] Who do you work for?
Stripper: Intimate Fantasies!

When you turn that fantasy into a fact, you are in a position to build even better fantasies. And that, my friend, is the Creative Process.

I am a trucker. That means I live in a crazy fantasy world with unrealistic expectations. Thank you for understanding a trucker.