Quotes About Reality

Say what? There's no 'and he got naked and waved his magic wand?' 'Nope,' Connie said. 'No magic wand. She didn't get to see the wand.' 'Well, you know he got one,' Lula said. 'How come he didn't wave it and make her a happy princess?

I'm a firm believer in denial. My reasoning is why deal with unpleasantness today when you could get hit by a bus tomorrow. And if you procrastinate long enough, maybe the issue will go away.

Sometimes I find human nature to be real disappointing

This makes you real special," Lula said. "It's like you're a reality show, all by yourself.

And I don't think we're completely incompetent. I think we're closer to eighty percent incompetent.

You're thinking I wasn't in a hurry to get out into the real world? On the contrary. The real world is where you find it.

exactly the garden spot of the Garden State. In truth

Hollywood these days." "We've

And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.

They say drugs are not the answer, but really, what is the question?

How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its teeth were bad, its hair gray and unkempt. While beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.

Love's an illusion. It's a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I'd rather have cash.

And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.

He was so damn perverse, he preferred to dream it than to make it come true.

What is real is always worth it.

How could anyone confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its teeth were bad, its hair grey and unkempt. While beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.

She wanted to wake up like Dorothy and see Michael's face peering over the side of the bed, laughing. WHY, YOU JUST HIT YOUR HEAD. But it was not a dream and there was no Kansas and he was never coming back.

There is no God, there is only what you want.

If I were a poet, that's what I'd write about. People who worked in the middle of the night. They knew how long the night was. They knew the sound life made as it left. It rattled, like a slamming screen door in the wind. Night workers live without illusions, they wiped dreams off counters, they loaded freight. They headed back to the airport for one last fare.

their eager eyes unlocking the secrets of the human form. who could just look at it as it is, without prettying it up or emphasizing its awfulness

All that was a dream, you couldn't hold on, you couldn't depend on frosted glass and Debussy.

And if there's no God?" "You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.

I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty separate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.

That philosopher who said we think, therefore we are, should have spent an hour in the maternity ward of Waite Memorial Hospital. He'd have had to change his whole philosophy. The