Quotes About Surreal

Feed the lettuce to the bunny and eat the bunny

There is something deeply surreal about standing behind a female performer in hotpink peau de soie, a woman whose clitoris and perineum you have priorly seen, and watching her try to get a microwaved egg roll onto her plate with a cocktail fork. —David Foster Wallace, "Big Red Son" (1998)

Then Poor Tony's body began to swell. He watched his limbs become airy white dirigibles and felt them deny his authority and detach from him and float sluggishly up snout-first into the steel-mill sparks the ceiling rained. He suddenly felt nothing, or rather Nothing, a pre-tornadic stillness of zero sensation, as if he were the very space he occupied.

MY BABY HAS SIX EYES AND BASICALLY NO SKULL

Y cuando volvió en sí, estaba echado de espaldas en una playa sobre la arena muy fría y caía la lluvia de un cielo bajo y la marea estaba lejana.

His hands were no bigger than a four-year-old girl's. It was surreal. This massive authoritative figure, with a huge red meaty face and thick walrus mustache and dewlaps and a neck that spilled over the rim of his shirt-collar, and his hands were tiny and pink and hairless and butt-soft, delicate as shells. The hands were the capper. I barely made it out of the office before it started.

La Broma Infinita / D. F. Wallace

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Pierwsza moja Wizyta u Witkacego: dzwoni?, otwieraj? si? drzwi, w ciemnym przedpokoju potworny karze? ro?nie - to Witkacy otworzy? drzwi w kucki i z wolna si? podnosi?...

It reminds me of that old joke- you know, a guy walks into a psychiatrist's office and says, hey doc, my brother's crazy! He thinks he's a chicken. Then the doc says, why don't you turn him in? Then the guy says, I would but I need the eggs. I guess that's how I feel about relationships. They're totally crazy, irrational, and absurd, but we keep going through it because we need the eggs.

He's dreaming, Cloquet thought, as he stood over him, revolver in hand. He's dreaming, and I exist in reality. Cloquet hated reality but realized it was still the only place to get a good steak.

Los condenados Él sueña y yo existo en la realidad.

I think there's a vague sense out there that movies are becoming more and more unreal. I know I've felt it.

Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.

Last night — it's hard to explain to you — last night I dreamed that I was dreaming. Could it be like that after death? the dream of a dream of a dream of a dream.

Transfiguro la realidad y entonces otra realidad soñadora y noctámbula me crea.

A CHALLENGE FOR PSYCHOANALYSTS: I dreamed that a fish took off its clothes and was left naked.

Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.

It's like a fairy tale. . . on crack!

Hon var inte vaken då hon gifte sig med den människan, hon gjorde det i sömnen. I drömmen ske ju ofta de besynnerligaste saker, och de förefalla fullkomligt naturliga och vanliga - i drömmen. Men då man vaknar och erinrar sig vad man har drömt, häpnar man och gapskrattar eller ryser. Nu har hon vaknat!

She came out of sleep like a thunderclap—waking from dreams so deep and dark that she couldn't remember anything but dirt and hands pulling her down into graves with cities inside them.

How does it feel?" he asked. "To be stuck in a fairy tale?" "How does it feel to be one?

I have seen this place so many times in my night terrors that, even half-demolished, I cannot help but feel like I am in another awful dream.

When it's done, we'll be like brothers," said the devil. "I already have a brother," Gavriel slurred. "He's dead." The devil loomed over him, his grin widening to show off sharp teeth. "As am I." Gavriel opened his mouth to shout, but drunk as he was, he began to laugh instead.