Quotes About Contrast

Mark, she now could see, was destined for a life of absolute logic [...], while she, the Etch a Sketcher, thought herself destined for a life of squiggly lines.

Only in promotional brochures was Los Angeles the City of Angels. To those who knew it, really knew it, it was not a city, but a vast, open grave swallowing up young lives.

We need the darkness to appreciate the light, and the bumps along the road to stop us falling asleep at the wheel.

nothing is black and white except for mathematics and pandas.

Tempe is like a condensed drop of color that has landed in my world of water, spreading and outlining things, creating contrast and vividness. More than one drop might be too much.

Giggling like schoolgirls we dry our hair. Meg looks like Andie McDowell in Four Weddings and a Funeral . I look like Janet Leigh in Psycho before the knife starts shredding the shower curtain.

If it takes night to make day, pain to know pleasure, black to make white, then doesn't it stand to reason that the depth of our friendships could be measured by the quality of our enemies?

Here's a truck stop instead of St. Peter's.

Writing is a matter of finding the appropriate balance of dinosaurs and sodomy.

He said that I have to remember that even though I've changed a lot in here, I'm going back to a world that hasn't changed

He lifted his shirt, and on his back was the White Rabbit, wearing his waistcoat and looking at his watch. It was just like the illustration from the book. Only standing next to him, back-to-back, was another White Rabbit wearing a leather motercycle jacket and boots and smoking a cigar.

Afterward I just lay there watching everyone kiss while I died, thinking how cool it was to be on my bedroom floor bleeding while everyone in America celebrated the end of my life

Even though I've changed a lot in here, I'm going back to a world that hasn't changed.

Disgust for things external to us thus provides the strongest possible contrast to the sacredness of things internal to our lifeways.

It's as absurd to expect a life to have meaning, in contrast to the vastness of the Universe, as it is absurd to take off your shoe and hang it from a tree, but both are wonderful in their way—for I assure you, if you could see that tree, you'd think it wonderful, you'd approve, you'd think that in a wacko way something had been done, something worth doing.

He took delight in boasting, in contrast to most traders who got up early to read all they could from weather reports to daily Department of Agriculture assessments, that he stayed in bed until the last minute before getting to the exchange just as trading started.

Public life...lacks coherence and drama. (History, by contrast, attains coherence and drama only in hindsight.)

A close Trump friend who was also a good Bill Clinton friend found them eerily similar—except that Clinton had a respectable front and Trump did not.

The contrast between the two men, Comey and Trump, was in essence the contrast between good government and Trump himself. Comey came across as precise, compartmentalized, scrupulous in his presentation of the details of what transpired and the nature of his responsibility—he was as by-the-book as it gets. Trump, in the portrait offered by Comey, was shady, shoot-from-the-hip, heedless or even unaware of the rules, deceptive, and in it for himself.

But what I do love about this road is how the gaudy becomes grand, how tastelessness is a way of everyday life

Because human beings suffer so much more than ducks." "You might not think so if you were a duck.

The feeling of closeness when we talked on the phone was too violent, and the void that came afterward too cruel.

Hidden all day in impenetrable black burkas, rich Saudi women transformed themselves by night into birds of paradise with their corsets, their see-through bras, their G-strings with multicolored lace and rhinestones. They were exactly the opposite of Western women, who spent their days dressed up and looking sexy to maintain their social status, then collapsed in exhaustion once they got home, abandoning all hope of seduction in favor of clothes that were loose and shapeless.

Hidden all day in impenetrable black burkas, rich Saudi women transformed themselves by night into birds of paradise with their corsets, their see-through bras, their G-strings with multicolored lace and rhinestones. They were exactly the opposite of Western women, who spent their days dressed up and looking sexy to