Quotes About Reality

You took your shot. It didn't work out. Now you get to do laundry. That's what life is shaped like.

Andrew Cairns has written, quite literally, a bewitching novel, one that speaks to an underbelly which lies dormant in us all. The Witch's List bridges our world of convention, with that of a fabulous Twlilight Zone, what may be true reality -- a realm of magic and ultimate possibility. I recommend this book because, behind the smokescreen of simplicity, there lies a masked bedrock of extraordinary power.

I never realized imagining could change reality

That's right, Snowbébé. This world—it's cold and smelly.

We say we want the truth; what we mean is that we want to be correct. —Mihnea Moldoveanu

You can go anywhere in a book. Be anyone. And life has to make sense in a book. Real life doesn't have to make sense. In real life good people can turn out to be bad people, and bad people can get away with murder...and worse. I'll take a good book over that any day.

Do you know, sire, I think that if we live to tell our grandchildren about this war, they will accuse us of making it up.' -Marielle

We build up pretty pictures of men, when we want to be in love. We hate to have them ruined.

All these things Alanna knew from her father's books and maps, but the reality took her breath away as a paragraph written in a book never could.

You get too excited over big flashes, Tunstall. Mages rely on that to make you think they have more power than you.

When people say a knight's job is all glory, I laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

You can smack some people in the face with a haddock and they'll still call it a mouse if a mouse is what they want to see.

My wondrous book says you're a feline, and a carnivore, and a vertebrate, and a mammal. I wish them that wrote it could smell around here right now and maybe they wouldn't call you all those pretty names.

When people tell me a knight's job is all glory, I laugh, and laugh, and laugh," Lord Raoul had once told Kel. "Sometimes I can stop laughing before they edge away and talk about soothing drinks.

What is reality after all, he said. Did we not invent all this, are we not God, any and all of us? He spread his own elegant hand on the table. I could pass my hand through the wood as if through water. Any man, any woman, could do it. No chains, no bindings. It's a world of chaos restrained solely by the human mind, which then, afraid of itself, steps back and says, see this colossal machine over which I have no power at all.

Is any world quite sensible?

Mirrors taught: Perhaps there were always at least two sorts of reality, what you credited, and what was true.

If they wed this evening, we can let them have at least one night to imagine themselves in Paradise, before the walls of Montargo and Chenti come smashing down round their poor little ears and they know themselves in Hell instead.

What I told you, and what is true, may not be one and the same." "You do delight me. The thought of engineering more rumors seemed unexciting, not to say heavy-handed.

And it's a hell of a lot easier to believe in a nudist than a werewolf

If anyone asked, they were home schooling Jack, which had the added benefit of being the truth, even if lessons tended toward it's a bus, you can't fight it rather than algebra.

We can think of few things more tangible than a stool to the head, Staff Sergeant.

there is no truth beyond illusion....between 'reality' on the one hand, and the point where reality comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and magic.

No, not ten, not seconds, everything's different there, space slips away, and time collapses sideways like a ragged wave, and everything spins, spins like a top: there, one second is huge, slow, and resonant, like an abandoned cathedral, another is tiny, sharp, fast--you strike a match and burn up a thousand millennia; a step to the side--and you're in another universe....