Quotes About Reality

An odd thing, souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. You don't really believe you're there, and so you nick the proof, or something you mistake for it.

By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are.

A movie about the past is not the same as the past.

But Jimmy, you should know. All sex is real.

Alcohol's a depressant, it will let me down later.

Too good to be true, I will think. Too good for this earth. Good, be thou my evil.

Perfection exacts a price, but it's the imperfect who pay it.

Roz is crying again. What she's mourning is her own good will. She tried so hard, she tried so hard to be kind and nurturing, to do the best thing. But Tony and the twins were right: no matter what you do, somebody always gets boiled.

You'll have to face it, the endings are the same however you slice it. Don't be deluded by any other endings, they're all fake, either deliberately fake, with malicious intent to deceive, or just motivated by excessive optimism if not by downright sentimentality. The only authentic ending is the one provided here: John and Mary die. John and Mary die. John and Mary die.

You create your own world by your inner attitude, the Gardeners used to say.

History, as I recall, was never this winsome, and especially not this clean, but the real thing would never sell: most people prefer a past in which nothing smells.

It took me a long time to figure out that the youngest in a family of dragons is still a dragon from the point of view of those who find dragons alarming.

Does naming a sphere of nothingness transmute it into being?

But we lived as usual. Everyone does, most of the time. Whatever is

I locate you on streets, in cities I've never seen, you walk against a background crowded with lifelike detail which crumbles and turns grey when I look too closely.

you appear without prelude midway between my eyes and the nearest trees, your colours bright, your outline flattened suspended in the air with no more reason for occurring exactly here than this billboard, this highway or that cloud.

you should know. All sex is real.

Perfection exacts a price, but it's the imperfect who pay it.

I need to feel physical pain, to attach myself to daily life.

Everything is post these days, as if we're all just a footnote to something earlier that was real enough to have a name of its own.

At the subatomic level, you can't even say that matter exists. You can only say that it has a tendency to exist.' 'You're confusing Cordelia," I say. Cordelia has lit a cigarette and is looking out the window, where several squirrels are chasing one another around the lawn. She is paying no attention to any of this. Stephen considers Cordelia. "Cordelia has a tendency to exist," is what he says.

there are some things that do not fare well in high definition. She resents the pores, the wrinkles, the nose hairs, the impossibly whitened teeth shoved right up in front of your eyes so you can't ignore them the way you would in real life.

A universe that includes you cant be all bad, but does it? at this distance you're a mirage

I hope she won't destroy him, thought Felix. But he's a con man, don't forget. A con man playing an actor. A double unreality.