Quotes About Perspective

I told myself that if I looked at my brother differently, it was because of the suit, nto the weight. He was a grown man now. He was going to get married, and therefore, he was a changed person. He took a sip of my father's weak coffee and spit it back into the mug. This shit's like making love in a canoe. Excuse me? It's fucking near water. Then again, I thought, maybe it is just the weight.

I told myself that if I looked at my brother differently, it was because of the suit, not the weight. He was a grown man now. He was going to get married, and therefore, he was a changed person. He took a sip of my father's weak coffee and spit it back into the mug. This shit's like making love in a canoe. Excuse me? It's fucking near water. Then again, I thought, maybe it is just the weight.

Another word I've added to "the list" is "conversation," as in "We need to have a national conversation about_________." This is employed by the left to mean "You need to listen to me use the word 'diversity' for an hour.

My sisters and I refuse to feel bad about shopping. And why should we? Obviously we have some hole we're trying to fill, but doesn't everyone? And isn't filling it with berets the size of toilet-seat covers, if not more practical, then at least healthier than filling it with frosting or heroin or unsafe sex with strangers?

He tells me that my life is empty, but it isn't quite because I bought some pot today.

It's a pretty grim world when I can't even feel superior to a toddler.

When I'm told such stories, it's all I can do to hold back my feelings of jealousy. An Ethiopian slaughterhouse. Some people have all the luck.

The camera has replaced actual looking and turned life into evidence. It drives me crazy. February 1, 2014

In the end I decided the word was more about him than it was about me. But isn't it often that way? It's one thing for someone to describe you in print, to go through several drafts and, after careful consideration, choose the adjective

By Thanksgiving I was imagining people naked rather than dead and naked, which was an improvement.

Even in a jar, that kid has outearned me.

Cand ne certam, tehnica lui tata era intotdeauna sa nege dorintele pe care ni le exprimam. Doca voiai, sa zicem, un teanc de clatite, nu-ti spunea ca nu ti le ia, ci ca tu, de fapt, nici nu le voiai.Stiu ce vreau era, fara exceptie combatut cu Nu, nu stii.

When I saw myself through my parents' eyes, I saw a worm crawling through mud and shit toward a psychedelic mushroom, but when I saw myself through hers, I felt that things were possibly not as bad as they seemed.

It is not unpleasant to hold someone else's warm teeth in your hand...

We're all going to the same place," for instance. This is what novice fliers in group five say when they get caught trying to board with group two. Sure, we're all headed to St. Louis. The difference is that some people (me) are going to find room in the overhead bins and others (you) are not.

Whenever we passed the place [Dix Hill, the local state mental hospital], my sisters and I would stick our heads out the car window, expecting to hear a hysterical voice cackling, "I'm mad, I tell you, MAD!" The patient would embrace his lunacy as though it were a treasure he had discovered hidden beneath the floor-boards. "Mad! mad!

Over time I grew accustomed to the sight of a friend's colostomy bag and came to think of Kent State as something of an I.V. League university. The state would pay your board if you roomed with

At twenty-two, you are built for poverty and rejection. And you know why? Because you're good-looking. You might not realize it this morning, but thirty years from now, you will pull out pictures of yourself taken on this day and think, Why did nobody tell me I was so fucking attractive? You maybe can't see it now because you're comparing yourself to the person next to you, or two rows up. But you are stunning.

It's astonishing the amount of time that certain straight people devote to gay sex—trying to determine what goes where and how often. They can't imagine any system outside their own, and seem obsessed with the idea of roles, both in bed and out of it.

No one had a houseful of servants or a trained proboscis monkey, yet we'd turned out OK, hadn't we?

he's very good to old people, a group that in the not-too-distant future will include me.

In the end I decided the word was more about him than it was about me. But isn't it often that way?

In a roomful of shouting people, the one who whispers becomes interesting.' (Peter Schimdt)

Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. Those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid." —Jules Feiffer