Quotes About Reality

A boring truth will always have difficulty competing with an exciting lie.

Your hallucination... Yes? Your hallucination has hallucinations. Yes.

It's all just in our heads." "Who cares if it's all in our heads?" Finally she looked at me, frowning. "Who cares?" I said. "Yes, it's all in my head. But pain is 'all in my head' too. Love is 'all in my head.' All the things that matter in life are the things you can't measure! The things our brains make up! Being made-up doesn't make them unimportant.

It was a nice dream, wasn't it, Syl?" he asked. "That we could escape? Find peace at long last?" "Such a wonderful dream," she whispered.

Truth is individual." "What? No it's not. Truth is . . . it's Truth. Reality." "Your truth is what you see," Pattern said, sounding confused. "What else could it be? That is the truth that you spoke to me, the truth that brings power.

A prisoner could be convinced that they lived in a paradise, if the prison was pretty enough.

You aren't insane, then." "Heavens no," I said. I eyed her. "You don't accept that." You see people that aren't there Mr. Leeds. It's a difficult fact to get around. "And, yet, I live a good life," I said. "Tell me. Why would you consider me insane, but the man who can't hold a job, who cheats on his wife, who can't keep his temper in check, you call him sane?

Imaginary things were often the only items of real substance in people's lives.

Normal people did not hear voices. Zane did. He found insanity no excuse, however, for irrational behavior.

You like lies?" Shallan asked. "Good lies," Pattern said. "That lie. Good lie." "What makes a lie good?" Shallan asked, taking careful notes, recording Pattern's exact words. "True lies." "Pattern, those two are opposites." "Hmmmm . . . Light makes shadow. Truth makes lies. Hmmmm.

But here's the thing. The lies we tell, the dreams we create, they're not real. We can't let them be real. This might be the hardest lesson you have to learn.

Children in the future were going to insist my adventures were too outlandish—and therefore I wasn't an actual historical person, but one that was obviously made up, like Gilgamesh or David Bowie.

The truth is not a downer," Abraham said in his lightly accented voice. "The lies that you pretend to accept are the true downer.

Wasing not of wasing is", Quentin added.

Doesn't that bother you?" Kaladin asked. "That you might be a creation of human perception?" "You're a creation of your parents. Who cares how we were born? I can think. That's good enough.

I accept that there will be those I cannot protect.

There are some things you can't hide from, Vin. I know—I've tried." She

Wasing not of wasing is," Quentin added.

Though in this genre we write about the fantastic, the stories work best when there is solid grounding in our world. Magic works best for me when it aligns with scientific principles. Worldbuilding works best when it draws from sources in our world. Characters work best when they're grounded in solid human emotion and experience.

I can't do the same," she said. "I remember being a child, and assuming the world belonged to me. That I'd be able to seize it when I grew older, accomplish my dreams, become something great. Yet as I've aged, I feel like less and less is under my control. I can't help thinking it shouldn't be that way. How could I have been so in control as a youth, yet often feel so helpless as an adult?

Sometimes, people just have to die.

It was a brutal truth. The best truths, however, were simple.

Your hallucination has hallucinations." "Yes.

And which would you rather live in? The fake prison where you think you are free, or the real prison where you spend each day in drudgery?