Quotes About Reality

I would then like to know how it comes about that when each piece of a story is true, the whole story turns out to be false?

And so, ladies and gentlemen, you can take as fact the four words I'm about to speak—though I speak them with some regret, since I enjoy cryptozoological legends as much as the next man: There ain't no Nessie." This

We have, what, 66,000-odd guests here today? And not one of them retains even an infant's sense of self-preservation. They checked their fight-or-flight instincts at the door. That's what they're paying for. They see a fire, hear an explosion, feel their roller coaster begin to shear off its track—what are they gonna do? Laugh all the harder. Because they think it's part of the act. That makes every last one of them a sitting duck.

the beginning of David Copperfield, a novel by Charles Dickens. It may be fiction, but it raises issues crucial to the exploration of life writing and how it works. One of those issues concerns fact versus fiction, because how can anyone prove what they have only been told? Another is to do with the function of memory: incomplete memory doesn't prevent Copperfield from writing about himself.

hunting down those moments that unintentionally tip the reader out of the dream.

You cannot always have what you want. Sometimes you get what you need.

It is accepted that Father Time is, as subscribed, a Man, if not of male gender, time certainly is no kind friend to women.

I have always felt that laughter in the face of reality is probably the finest sound there is and will last until the day when the game is called on account of darkness. In this world, a good time to laugh is any time you can

Some things are true whether you believe them or not.

Control is just an illusion.

a type I would never have met, only read about in books, for books were where you found life, without the effort of being in the real world.

People have this ridiculous notion that we and animals are somehow on the same level. I blame Disney films. I blame them for a lot of things.

If you're looking for Mr. Perfect, you"re going to spend your whole life being disappointed, because he doesn"t exist. You have to get the best deal you can, but there will always be problems.

What the narrator comes to realize is that the past "cannot be described objectively" and that her present will always mediate her past.

this "is-ness" just some philosophical abstraction? No. Just like the yogis of India, Parmenides says is-ness is consciousness. And everything that exists, even rocks and stones, participates in this living awareness.

What We Want What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names -- now they want us. But what we want appears in dreams, wearing disguises. We fall past, holding out our arms and in the morning our arms ache. We don't remember the dream, but the dream remembers us. It is there all day as an animal is there under the table, as the stars are there.

The thing you have to be prepared for is that other people don't always dream your dream.

The innocent wept. The guilty pretended.

Perhaps the apparent favor of the universe is no more than the crocodile grin of a Doberman breathing hard and about to be hungry?

Look. All books are weird when you think about it.... It goes without saying that real life is also weird.

Becka was almost good looking enough to be on a reality dating show, but not funny looking or sad enough to be on one of the makeover shows.

Anybody looking for true love has never had it.

At one point I had a romanticized notion about mathematics; the idea of all-consuming beauty, so to speak. But outside of numerical analysis, mathematics must be practical, which is, by any rubric, only slightly different that any other reality.

Freedom is an illusion. But, liberty from manumission is attainable.