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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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There is a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasnt because I thought I would be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love? And then you don’t have it. What if you like it? And lean on it? What if you shape your life around it? And then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It could go on forever.
— Meredith Grey - Grey’s Anatomy (via quote-book) |
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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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There’s a moment where Loki has a kind of a throw-down with the Hulk, and we shot it in two sequences. And Mark Ruffalo is the first actor to play the Hulk in motion capture… I was having to jump up in the air and throw myself onto the floor, which was repeatedly making Joss Whedon laugh behind the monitor—which then made me laugh, but then we couldn’t actually continue with the shooting of the scene.
— Tom Hiddleston talking about funny moments while filming The Avengers It’s a miracle he can even play Loki. He seems so full of laughter and smiles all the time. Here he is doing his own stunts, throwing himself down on the ground, and he’s just cracking up. Too funny. (via christomkristom) |
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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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He is confident enough to know he can play a fool but still be sexy and attractive.
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He will have to be handsome, look as if he would be comfortable in high society and, I suspect, to find an actor with those qualities he’ll have to be imported from Britain
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