Quotes About Subjectivity

It's strange the way everybody has their own pet notion about Jesus, and nobody's pet notion seems to agree with anybody else's.

And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be. It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

These things do not matter except that they matter to us. We have given them meaning In the same way we have given each other a meaning.

Must interests be interesting? That is, must they be interesting to someone other than yourself?

Picture me however you want to picture me. Because odds are that'll be more true than any of the bodies you see me in.

We go for what feels like hours and also feels like no time at all.

She wasn't pretty, but there were moments when I found her beautiful.

People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be. It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

The sound of the words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside

That's what makes it a good photograph. You think you know what's going on in her head. but the truth? No matter how good a photograph is, you can never tell what's going on in the person's mind. There's no way to get from here to there.

That's what makes it a good photograph. You think you know what's going on in her head. But the truth? No matter how good a photograph is, you can never tell what's going on in the person's mind.

What was left was sex in the head, as D.H.Lawrence called it. ... Where else would the human subject have sex but in the head? Sexual desire was a play of signifiers, an infinite determent and displacement of anticipated pleasure which the brute coupling of the signifieds temporarily interrupted.

To be is to be perceived

Most people would have found it grotesque, but when you're in love nothing is so abstract or horrible that it can't be thought of as cute.

Other people's pain is uninteresting. My own, though, is spellbinding.

If you read an essay in Esquire and don't like it, there could be something wrong with the essay. If it's in The New Yorker, on the other hand, and you don't like it, there's something wrong with you.

You hear this a lot in America, especially when you're complaining about televisions, or loud music, or, more common still, television and loud music together in the same room. "People like it." "Yes," I always want to say, "but they're the wrong people.

In the end I decided the word was more about him than it was about me. But isn't it often that way? It's one thing for someone to describe you in print, to go through several drafts and, after careful consideration, choose the adjective

In the end I decided the word was more about him than it was about me. But isn't it often that way?

Anything processed by memory is fiction.

She was never certain how long she wept, and it didn't really matter. It wasn't something to be measured by clocks, cut up into minutes and seconds.

Human beings, however, were different from apples and oranges: The flavor of the peel did not reliably predict the taste of the pulp.

Maybe if everything was beautiful, nothing would be. People saw one thing, they swooned over it. They saw this other thing, they pounded it with sticks. Maybe there had to be variety for life to work. Swoon over everything, you get bored. Beat everything with a stick-boring.