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I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.

Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867) French poet.

The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.

Lord Byron (1788-1824) British poet.

The pleasures of the imagination are as it were only drawings and models which are played with by poor people who cannot afford the real thing.

Georg C. Lichtenberg (1742-1799) German scientist, satirist and anglophile.

But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.

Iris Murdoch (1919-1999) British novelist and philosopher.

We live under continual threat of two equally fearful, but seemingly opposed, destinies: unremitting banality and inconceivable terror. It is fantasy, served out in large rations by the popular arts, which allows most people to cope with these twin specters.

Susan Sontag (1933-2004) American author.

One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead.

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) Irish poet and dramatist.