Quotes About Sensory

Trees scream and drop bright leaves

Love that bore me I bear back to my Origin with no loss, I float over the vomiter thrilled with my deathlessness, thrilled with this endlessness I dice and bury, come Poet shut up eat my word, and taste my mouth in your ear.

Stop all fantasy! live in the physical world moment to moment - Dawn

Her fear was palatable: she tasted it, her pores oozed it, her hair tingled. Why

There was no place more solitary than a dark room, with its murky light and fetid closeness.

Water dripping from his slapping fruits

Dogman remembered the smell of her hair, the sound of her laugh, the feel of her back, pressed warm and soft against his belly while she slept. Well-used memories, picked over and worn thin like a favourite shirt.

But she smells too good, d'you see? Not like a person. Like a cake. Like the best cake you ever tasted.

Padala je kiša. Sitna kiša od koje je cijeli svijet bio vlažan. Meka kao poljubac djevice, kažu, iako se Cucak jedva sje?ao kakav je to osje?aj. Kiša

Your brain and body don't know the difference between having an actual experience in your life and just thinking about the experience—neurochemically, it's the same.

Does the brain see or do the eyes see? If the brain sees, then we can only perceive reality based on what we have wired into our brain.

Beta is our everyday waking state. When we're in beta, the thinking brain, or neocortex, is processing all of the incoming sensory data and creating meaning between our outer and inner worlds.

was once a young lady from Yale,'" said the Gasmask Man. "'Who had verses tattooed on her tail. And on her behind, for the sake of the blind, a duplicate version in braille.

It was even softer and fluffier than I'd imagined. It was like wearing an Ewok.

The night had a nearly liquid quality, was like sliding into a warm swimming pool, a pool filled with buoyant darkenss instead of water.

She felt woozy, as if she'd been running around on a full stomach in the August heat. A big man in a white undershirt stood behind the cash register. His shoulders were hairy and crimson with sunburn, and there was a line of zinc painted on his nose. A white plastic tag on his shirt said PETE.

It tastes better than a rock." Allie tossed back the quarter inch Harper had given her in a single swallow, then made a face. "Oh, God. No it doesn't. This is piss. Like drinking gasoline after someone stirred it with a Butterfinger. Or like a banana smoothie that went rotten. Horrible." "You

His own eyes prickle wetly. His blond hair darkens with sweat; pearls of water stand out on his smooth six-year-old forehead. The longer he stares back, the wider the gaze seems to get, like a grin. Her eyes radiate hard spines of heat, which drill into him. Timmy Babson feels punctured, "seen." "Jane!" Timmy screams for his mother, calling for her by her first name for the first time. "Jane, Jane! It's looking

Keeping the gun pointed at her, I flipped the safety off. All at once I could hear the noise of the city, the traffic pulsing on the expressway, the subways roaring under the sidewalks, millions of people out talking and driving around, living their lives. I smelled coffee and cigarettes and perfume and wet trees, tasted it in the air. It was all incredibly alive, like my heart and lungs working on overload, resonating in my chest and pounding through my skull.

I got the sense that she was wired into the night itself, aware of every fluctuation of electricity and sound, the reflections in glass and steel.

Hit look lak sparrer-grass, hit feel lak sparrer-grass, hit tas'e lak sparrer-grass, en I bless ef 'taint sparrer-grass.

He looked around the room and felt heartburn coming on like the drunk mother of a friend.

It was larger than even usual, the tip damp with fluid, his testicles smooth and tight.

She took a bite herself, and her eyes fell shut as a savory marriage of onion, pepper, soy and a mysterious dash of other spices awoke her taste buds. "This is marvelous. How did you make something this good in a half hour?" "Well, technically, you can reach orgasm in less than a minute, and think how wonderful that is," Marcus pointed out.