Quotes About Sensory

Esse est percipi.

The thought of two thousand people crunching celery at the same time horrified me.

Oh, it's a fine life, the life of the gutter. It's real: it's warm: it's violent: you can feel it through the thickest skin: you can taste it and smell it without any training or any work. Not like Science and Literature and Classical Music and Philosophy and Art.

Delicious Autumn!

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.

If we could hear the squirrel's heartbeat, the sound of the grass growing, we should die of that roar.

Stone Court were scenting the air quite impartially, as if Mr. Raffles

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.

Es doloroso oír decir que algo es muy hermoso y no ser capaz de apreciarlo... como la ceguera cuando otras personas hablan del color del cielo. - Hay muchas cosas en la apreciación del arte que dependen de gustos adquiridos (...). El arte es un lenguaje muy antiguo con muchos estilos artificiosos y a veces el principal placer que se obtiene surge del hecho mismo de reconocerlos (p.230).

Se vedessimo e sentissimo in modo intenso tutta la normale vita umana, sarebbe come udire l'erba crescere e il pulsare del cuore dello scoiattolo, e moriremmo per il frastuono che è al di là del silenzio. Così come stanno le cose, i più svegli di noi si muovono ben imbottiti di stupidità.

For real human beings, the only realism is an embodied realism.

We come from a sensory-overload culture, and so we wonder if one guy on drums and one guy dancing around is enough. Adding guys was something we always were curious about. We decided for this run specifically to stay a two-piece. In the future, we definitely could add members.

After some time, with my eyes closed, I began to enjoy this wonderful play of colors and forms, which it really was a pleasure to observe. Then I went to sleep and the next day I was fine. I felt quite fresh, like a newborn.

I remember when I was a child... walking into the woods by myself and feeling the solitude around me build like electricity and pass through my body with a jolt that made my hair prickle.

Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects, and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of colour. Imagine a world before the 'beginning was the word.'

'Morsel' is a perfect word. Forming those six letters on the lips and tongue prompts an instantaneous physiological reaction. The mouth waters. The lips purse.

You can't hear a word and just hear it as raw sound; it always evokes an associated meaning and emotion in the brain.

I have lexical-gustatory synesthesia. I can taste, and always have tasted, words. I remember when I was a kid and learning to read I mentioned to my mom that certain words I was learning tasted certain ways, thinking everyone was like that, and didn't understand why she didn't get what I was saying.

I am a glutton for a beautiful hotel. I am so easily smitten by high thread counts.

In the 500-channel universe, which may, of course, contain many more channels than 500, the fun never stops - fun at such a fever pitch as to sometimes seem threatening, numbing, even agonizing.

I want to make music three-dimensional. I want to make a song also a painting, and a painting also a culinary experience.

In 'Clockwork Orange,' you're there with your eyes, watching all those things, your brain goes off, ahh, exposes you to so many things, and at the end of the day, it's just like a roller coaster. Why do you jump in a roller coaster? You want a thrill.

I work a lot with dynamics of how loud I'm talking, like speaking into balloons and then feeling the texture on my fingertips, and then I get used to the feeling on my throat.

I've been to a couple of restaurants in L.A. that were so loud, I left there with a sore throat; you literally could not have a conversation. I think it's very deliberate: There's this idea that somehow it's more fun if there's a roar in the room.