Quotes About Subjectivity

I have no idea what my best material is. Different people like different things. I'll say this: The political stuff gets the press, but the relationship jokes sell all the seats.

Customers are human and humans can view situations in unexpected ways.

When I listen to the engine of my car, I might say it sounds fine, but it would not occur to me to say "What lovely music!

When I look at those years I look at them alone. What happened there happens now only inside my head - no one else sees the same landscape, hears the same sounds, knows the sequence of events. There is another voice, but it is one that only I hear. Mine - ours - is the only evidence.

Argument, of course, is the whole point of history. Disagreement; my word against yours; this evidence against that. If there were such a thing as absolute truth the debate would lose its lustre. I, for one, would no longer be interested. I well remember the moment at which I discovered that history was not a matter of received opinion.

Chronology irritates me. There is no chronology inside my head. I am composed of a myriad of Claudias who spin and mix and part like sparks of sunlight on water.

Reality is defined not as something that exists out there for the scientist or anyone else to discover but as a social construction that emerges from and is sustained by social interaction.

What does it feel like to be a frog perceiving the world

Perder así el continente ante un simple y estúpido sueño! ¿Y quién era él para hallar solo en tiempos sagrados sentido a la vida? ¡Basta de veleidades subjetivas! Le importaban demasiado las lucubraciones, que otros no podían siquiera permitirse.

It's the same world as ours but also a different world because no two people see it in exactly the same way.

There is a difference between right and wrong, always was and always will be, but each man's wrong and each man's right are different.

Man wants the truth about Ed Watson," Daniels jeered. "Where you aim to find it? Smallwoods'll tell you their truth, Hardens'll tell you theirs. Fat-ass guard out there, he'll tell you his and I'll give you another. Which one you aim to settle for and make your peace with?

Obviously one man's Utopia is another man's hell.

We compile mental maps that are wildly skewed, a mental atlas so large and complex that we can never fully convey it to anyone else. Then we live in the world those maps create.

In his article, Bogen concluded: "I believe [with Wigan] that each of us has two minds in one person. There is a host of detail to be marshaled in this case. But we must eventually confront directly the principal resistance to the Wigan view: that is, the subjective feeling possessed by each of us that we are One. This inner conviction of Oneness is a most cherished opinion of Western Man. . . .

I'm not in the novel, I am the novel

Poetry is nobody's business except the poet's, and everybody else can fuck off.

You get them wrong before you meet them, while you're anticipating meeting them; you get them wrong while you're with them; and then you go home to tell somebody else about the meeting and you get them wrong all again...That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that- well, lucky you.

But it is INTERESTING trying to get a handle on one's own subjectivity--something to think about, to play around with, and what's more fun than that?

But what affords the one with happiness affords the other with disgust. The interplay, the ridiculous interplay, enough to kill all and everyone

Since pain is a totally subjective mental experience, we do not have direct access to anyone or anything's pain but our own; and even just the principles by which we can infer that others experience pain and have a legitimate interest in not feeling pain involve hard-core philosophy—metaphysics, epistemology, value theory, ethics.

Because love cannot be discussed objectively.

I'm the only person who exists in my world—but isn't it that way for all of us?

After all, show me a man who dislikes being raped slowly and enthusiastically by a hotblooded gorgeous Irish colleen, and I'll show you a man with a problem.