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Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.— George R.R. Martin (via x-akurei) |
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I blissfully rediscovered the joys of lying, cradled, suspended in sunshine. Of course there’s the wheel, but the wheel is actually only useful if you want to go somewhere. If you’ve found where you want to be and you don’t need to move then a hammock – or “hangabout”, as my daughter dubs it – is about the most beautiful thing you could imagine.
— Dan Stevens (x) |
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‘There is the character of the strong woman who doesn’t want to be a rebel. She agrees to live behind the rules,’ he [Fellowes] said. ‘In their own ways they are fighting the system that holds them down, they are finding ways around it.’
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It’s a uniquely American prudishness. You can write the most detailed, vivid description of an ax entering a skull, and nobody will say a word in protest. But if you write a similarly detailed description of a penis entering a vagina, you get letters from people saying they’ll never read you again. What the hell? Penises entering vaginas bring a lot more joy into the world than axes entering skulls.
— Author George R. R. Martin (A Song of Ice and Fire.) Interview published in May 2012 Rolling Stones Magazine. (via sweetupndown9) |
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By not trying to [top it]. By being smaller. More personal, more painful. By being the next thing that should happen to these characters, and not just a rehash of what seemed to work the first time. By having a theme that is completely fresh and organic to itself. I want to know what makes them tick, what makes them flawed, what makes them fight — and ultimately, what makes them awesome. I go to these movies for those moments when the heroes define themselves, either through action or deliciously overwritten speeches.
— Joss Whedon on what he would do if he were to direct the sequel to The Avengers (via colinfirth) |
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Another day, while we were waiting upstairs in the dressing rooms, Jodie and Michelle Dockery taught me the whole dance from Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” video. I won’t forget them performing that in their corsets and long skirts! That was very entertaining. I had to dance it in my britches and ridding boots.
— Tom Hiddleston (via thequietworld) |
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