Quotes About Attention

Careful, Arturo Bandini: don't strain your eyesight, remember what happened to Tarkington, remember what happened to James Joyce.

Speak to me, Rosa. Look this way just once, over here Rosa, where I am watching.

One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Bunker Hill, down in the middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life, because I had to make a decision about the hotel. Either I paid up or I got out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under my door. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it by turning out the lights and going to bed.

I thought told you to watch where you put your feet," he said accusingly. Erak shrugged. I did," he replied ruefully. "But while I was busy watching the ground, I hit that branch with my head. Broke it clean in two." Halt raised his eyebrows. "I assume you're not talking about your head," he muttered. Erak frowned at the suggestion. Of course not," he replied. More's the pity," Halt told him.

It has to be admitted that, in a sneaking way, although he hated the discomfort of seasickness, once he was over it, he enjoyed the attention and sympathy that it created among attractive young women like Evanlyn and Alyss. And he liked the fact that Will tended to walk on eggshells around him when the problem was mentioned. Keeping Will off balance was always desirable. ~Halt

Don't concentrate on the obvious. They might want you to miss something else.

Never take your eyes off them," Horace said to Gilan, in an admonishing tone. "Didn't MacNeil ever tell you that?

Don't talk to your horse, dear. People are watching," Pauline said quietly. Halt turned a perplexed look toward her. "How do you know when I'm doing that?" She smiled at him. "Your nose twitches." … On the way, Kane [stableboy] kept glancing surreptitiously at the famous Ranger, fascinated by the fact that he kept staring down his nose and tweaking its tip between his forefinger and thumb.

What is this?" he asked. "Are you all conspiring against me? Even my horse?" It was the last three words that made Will smile. "We figured you mightn't listen to a healer, a Ranger, or a knight of the realm, "he said. "But if your horse agreed with them, you'd have no choice but to pay attention.

As the old Ranger adage went "If a person doesn't expect to see someone, odds are he won't.

I did," he replied ruefully. "But while I was busy watching the ground, I hit that branch with my head. Broke it clean in two.

What is this?' he asked. 'Are you all conspiring against me? Even my horse?' It was the last three words that made Will smile. 'We figured you mightn't listen to a healer, a Ranger or a knight of the realm,' he said. 'But if your horse agreed with them, you'd have no choice but to pay attention.

this?" he asked. "Are you all conspiring against me? Even my horse?" It was the last three words that made Will smile. "We figured you mightn't listen to a healer, a Ranger or a knight of the realm," he said. "But if your horse agreed with them, you'd have no choice but to pay attention.

What is this?" he asked. "Are you all conspiring against me? Even my horse?" It was the last three words that made Will smile. "We figured you mightn't listen to a healer, a Ranger or a knight of the realm," he said. "But if your horse agreed with them, you'd have no choice but to pay attention.

People rarely notice what they don't expect to see.

Call it instinct, I suppose. Or dumb luck." "I prefer to think it was instinct," Halt told him. "Sometimes I feel we should pay more attention to it.

When Halt was in a bad mood, he invariably paid careful attention to his grammar.

That's a snug fit," Thorn said. "What did you line it with?" "Oh, leather and some sheepskin," Hal said distractedly. He failed to notice Thorn's sharp look as he said sheepskin.

People will think what they want to," he said quietly. Never take too much notice of it.

Strange, he thought, how seldom people tend to look up

poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.