Quotes About Sensory

Drawing is speaking to the eye talking is painting to the ear.

this empty act could no more be mistaken for a mother's touch than the wind that fills out some dress on a clothesline might be confused with an actual body.

My eyes! I'm blind!

I see colors like you hear jet planes.

I was feeling everything too much. Everything pulled at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools.

I was feeling everything much too much. Everything was pulling at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools. I sat on terraces and stared for afternoons at mediocre views. I was feeling overjoyed for happy couples. I would see or hear about people, usually people I hardly knew or didn't even like, getting together, finding each other after so much groping, and I would feel bliss. I was blindsided by familiar things.

En de hele tijd streelde ik alle muren van mijn hoofd, met tranen in mijn ogen van vreugde, melancholie zelfs. Ik was verzot op de oppervlakten, de vele kamers - de oude en de lege kamers.

BED. He smelled his adult sweat, tasted it

He drew in her scent. Her breath smelled of

As simple an act as reading or writing a sentence must be surrounded by perceptory nap and weave . . . an itch, a stray memory from childhood, the distant sound of a barking dog, or something left over from the lunch that is found caught between the teeth.

Quentin Tarantino is interested in watching somebody's ear getting cut off; David Lynch is interested in the ear.

And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.

Everything gets horrible. Everything you see gets ugly. Lurid is the word. Doctor Garton said lurid, one time. That's the right word for it. And everything sounds harsh, spiny and harsh sounding, like every sound you hear all of a sudden has teeth. And smelling like I smell bad even after I just got out of the shower. It's like what's the point of washing if everything smells like I need another shower

That something smelled delicious! ' I screamed.

bilateral illusion of unilateral attention

The punter never made her feel quite so taken care of, never made her feel about to be entered by something that didn't know she was there and yet was all about making her feel good anyway, coming in. Entertainment is blind.

Then Poor Tony's body began to swell. He watched his limbs become airy white dirigibles and felt them deny his authority and detach from him and float sluggishly up snout-first into the steel-mill sparks the ceiling rained. He suddenly felt nothing, or rather Nothing, a pre-tornadic stillness of zero sensation, as if he were the very space he occupied.

Quentin Tarantino is interested in watching somebody's ear getting cut off; David Lynch is interested in the ear.

Not real bright—she thought the figure he'd trace without thinking on her bare flank after sex was the numeral 8, to give you an idea.

She smelled of talcum powder and Big Red.

The best way to describe the sonic environment at the '98 CES is: Imagine that the apocalypse took the form of a cocktail party.

A legbensÅ'ségesebb emlékem ?kelmérÅ'l az állkapcsa szúróssága és a nyakszaga, amikor vacsoránál elnyomott az álom, és fölvitt lefeküdni. Vékony nyaka volt, de jó meleg szaggal [...]

the facial creases of the shaggy middle Dean are now pursed in a kind of distanced affront, an I'm-eating-something-that-makes-me-really-appreciate-the-presence-of-whatever-I'm-drinking-along-with-it look

Eating cherries on a hot July afternoon in Michigan is one of the greatest things that can happen to anybody, and here it is right now - three minutes after three - happening to ME, and to you.