Quotes About Reality

Gus, I know you hit your head, but you should be able to tell a few things about Tara. Like for instance she isn't printed on cheap paper. When she talks, her words don't appear in balloons over her head. And after long and hard study, I can guarantee she exists in at least three dimensions.

Theater is, of course, a reflection of life. Maybe we have to improve life before we can hope to improve theater.

A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but he cannot sit on it.

True faith is belief in the reality of absolute values.

A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but he can't sit on it.

Blaming the Victim occurs exclusively within an exceptionalistic framework, and it consists of applying exceptionalistic explanations to universalistic problems. This represents an illogical departure from fact, a method, in Mannheim's words, of systematically distorting reality, of developing an ideology. Blaming the Victim can take its place in a long series of American ideologies that have rationalized cruelty and injustice.

Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative.

Paranoia means having all the facts.

Things are seldom what they seem.

Comparisons deplete the actuality of the things compared... ("Conveyance: The Story I would Not Want Bill Wilson To Read")

He already knew that life was largely illusion, that though wonderful things could happen, nevertheless as many disappointments came in compensation: and he knew, too, that life could offer a quality even worse - the probability that nothing would happen at all.

The title means exactly what the words say: NAKED Lunch—a frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork.

We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Sits as one new-risen from a dream.

Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on 's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! Come; unbutton here.

As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, "That, that is, is."

Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?

Two lads that thought there was no more behindBut such a day tomorrow as today,And to be boy eternal.

The best in this kind are but shadows.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

But I have that within which passeth show;These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.