Quotes About Reality

Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can't deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can't be explained and understood.

Just for the record, being smeared with shit and naked in the wilderness, spattered with pink vomit, this does not necessarily make you a real artist.

some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.

Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.

I want you to invent it. I want you to have that skill. To create your own reality. Your own set of laws. I want to try and teach you that.

There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them. The regular way is just to watch the world do it. Just read the newspaper.

I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact.

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

Did you ever think about life as a metaphor for television?

You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Ask yourself: What did I eat for breakfast today? What did I eat for dinner last night? You see how fast reality fades away?

Beginning with Santa Claus as a cognitive exercise, a child is encouraged to share the same idea of reality as his peers. Even if that reality is patently invented and ludicrous, belief is encouraged with gifts that support and promote the common cultural lies. The greatest consensus in modern society is our traffic systems. The way a flood of strangers can interact, sharing a path, almost all of them traveling without incident. It only takes one dissenting driver to create anarchy.

No, it's not fair, but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven.

You can tell people the truth, but they'll never believe you until the event. In the meantime, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trouble.

This is fish number six hundred and forty-one in a lifetime of goldfish. My parents bought me the first one to teach me about loving and caring for another living breathing creature of God. Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

Kids grow up connected to nothing these days, plugged in and living lives boosted to them from other people.

Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.

Beginning with Santa in infancy, and ending with the Tooth Fairy as the child acquires adult teeth. Or, plainly put, beginning with all the possibility of childhood, and ending with an absolute trust in the national currency.

No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

So here I am. This is as good as it gets. Take it or leave it.

With my eyes closed, I ask if she knows how this will all turn out. Long-term or short-term? she asks. Both. Long-term, she says, we're all going to die. Then our bodies will rot. No surprise there. Short-term, we're going to live happily ever after. Really? Really, she says. So don't sweat it.

When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.