Quotes About Surreal

Would you like a nice cold fish head? They're frozen solid: frozen head of fish, the eyeballs in there and the skeleton's coming out. It comes with a turnip and a spork. I was wishing you had one of them left; wishing upon a star.

Kozmos'u ÅŸöyle bir düÅŸünmek bile garip bir heyecan verir. Ä°nsan?n sesini soluÄŸunu kesen, ensesinden aÅŸa?? ürperti veren, bir boÅŸluÄŸa düÅŸüÅŸün hayal meyal an?msan??? gibi baÅŸ döndürücü bir duygudur bu. Çünkü tüm s?rlar?n en büyüÄŸünün kar??s?nda olman?n bilincindeyizdir.

No culture on earth is as heavily narcotized as the industrial West in terms of being inured to the consequences of maladaptive behavior. We pursue a business-as-usual attitude in a surreal atmosphere of mounting crises and irreconcilable contradictions.

If you cross an onion with a UFO, what you get is a flying saucer that brings tears to your eyes.

Chickens can move and flop for hours after their heads are cut off. They have no heartbeat either, Naja said, and that doesn't involve magic.

It is at this point that normal language gives up, and goes and has a drink.

Your wife is a big hippo! My face is melting! My face is meltinnnnggg!

their grotesque angels

Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly. A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

My father is a fish.

This is getting surreal," Marlowe murmured. "Even for this place." "Cassie is here-mentally," Mircea told him. "I gathered that." "She seems to find it difficult to understand why I do not wish to have her in my head, unannounced, any time she pleases--" Marlowe gave a bark of a laugh. "Oh this should be fun.

Getting a six-foot dead man into his SUV wasn't easy for a small woman in stilettos and a pencil skirt. He flopped like a dead fish and seemed to have more limbs than an octopus.

Les premiers instants du sommeil sont l'image de la mort...

épanchement du songe dans la vie réelle",

EL SUEÑO es una segunda vida.

If it's all been dream and delirium may death ripen me in my dream.

Dear Miss Tremor. You are smart and kind and pretty. I think you have really excellent stuff under your clothes and I would like to see it, please. Let's go on a date and get married and you can be my rodent queen in my castle in the sewer. Love always and forever, --Mouse. P.S. I am sorry my rats ate some of your candy.

Welcome to Hell. Here's your accordion.

'Dr. Strangelove' was and is one of my favorite movies ever, and I just can't believe they actually blew up the world after that.

The strangeness of that: the feeling that you, or rather I, are at once dreaming and remembering and simultaneously doing something as if for the first time. That

It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.

But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing.

The Circus-Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This is the sixth Reich. The ground floor is full of gambling tables, like all the other casinos... but the place is about four stories high, in the style of a circus tent, and all manner of strange County-Fair/Polish Carnival madness is going on up in this space.

It is like sitting in a traffic jam on the San Diego Freeway with your windows rolled up and Portuguese music booming out of the surround-sound speakers while animals gnaw on your neck and diseased bill collectors hammer on your doors with golf clubs.