Monday, November 25, 2013

"To find the colors again"

(this next sent to me by @whatsmynom on Twitter; thank you! I'd never seen it!)

"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 tofus, 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

(Hi! I'm back from my writing retreat -- it was a massive success but I'm still not *quite* done -- PRIMAL SCREAM!!! Will post about retreat soon!)


tanita✿davis said...

While I like beans and tofu, I totally feel him on the grey of reality. What a great quote.

Fingers crossed for that finishing! I wanted Thanksgiving to be my end date - I see it not happening. ::sigh::



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