Quotes About Reality

The best fiction is far more true than any kind of journalism.

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.

Las Vegas is the savage heart of the American Dream.

Oh ignorant youth, the world is not a joyous place.

The difference is as basic as between a professional football player and a rabid fan. One is a performer in a harsh, unique corner of reality; the other is a cultist, a passive worshiper, and occasionally a sloppy emulator of a style that fascinates him because it is so hopelessly remote from the reality he wakes up to every morning.

a nervous society where a man's image is frequently more important than his reality

Tune in, freak out, get beaten. It's all in Kesey's Bible. … The Far Side of Reality. And

Perhaps Manolete was a hoof fetishist, or suffered from terrible hemorrhoids as a result of long nights in Spanish horn parlors Ã¢â'¬Â¦ but he was a great matador, and it is hard to see how any amount of Freudian theorizing can have the slightest effect on the reality of the thing he did best.

America has been breeding mass anomie since the end of World War II. It is not a political thing, but the sense of new realities, of urgency, anger and sometimes desperation in a society where even the highest authorities seem to be grasping at straws.

This was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling conciousness expansion without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him too seriously. After West Point and the Priesthood, LSD must have seemed entirely logical to him... but there is not much satisfaction in knowing that he blew it very badly for himself, because he took too many others down with him.

With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms.

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worse fears can come true at any moment.

A group photo of the top ten journalists in America on any given day would be a monument to human ugliness.

So much for objective journalism. Don't bother to look for it here—not under any byline of mine; or anyone else I can think of. With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a gross contradiction in terms.

Hinduism advises such people not to try to think of God as the supreme instance of abstractions like being or consciousness, and instead to think of God as the archetype of the noblest reality they encounter in the natural world.

Symbolism is the science of understanding the relations between the multiple levels of reality.

In nature, the emphasis is in what is rather than what ought to be.

You can find God in the world of everyday affairs as readily as anywhere.11

si las puertas de la percepcion fueran depuradas, todo apareceria ante el ser humano tal y como es, infinito

Most people inhabit a universe that is like French café au lait—fifty per cent skim milk and fifty per cent stale chicory, half psychophysical reality and half conventional verbiage.

Pero, en la realidad, somos nosotros, los ricos y muy educados blancos, los que andamos con el trasero al aire. Nos cubrimos por delante con alguna filosofía - cristiana, marxista, freudiana-física - , pero por detrás andamos al aire, a merced de los vientos de las circunstancias.

Une vérité sans éclat peut être éclipsée par un mensonge passionnant.

What's the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when the anthrax bombs are popping all around you?

The scene [Bruegel's 'Landscape with the Fall of Icarus'] is filled with a vast field, and a cow and a farmer plowing. In the left-hand corner is a tiny ocean the size of a palm, and there, I can barely make it out, the two legs of a man who fell headlong into the sea. This is called the Fall of Icarus. Compared to everyday life, the fall of an idealist who flew too high with candle-wax wings is an unremarkable tragedy.