Quotes About Perspective

We travel into or away from our photographs.

You don't believe in heaven? A nun?' 'If you don't, why should I?' 'If you did, maybe I would.' 'If I did, you would not have to.

This is what long journeys are for. To see what's back behind you, lengthen the view, find the patterns, know the people, consider the significance of one matter or another and then curse yourself or bless yourself or tell yourself, in my father's situation, that you'll have a chance to do it all over again, with variations.

I don't know whether to feel good or bad about learning that my experience is widely shared.' 'Feel bad,' he said.

That's great. Tell me about it. I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography. The beginning of the end.

You knew her for years and I knew her for minutes. It comes to the same thing. These matters have to be assessed in the light of eternity.

What you see is not what wee se. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.

The game doesn't change the way you sleep or wash your face or chew your food. It changes nothing but your life.

You are sure that you are right but you don't want everyone to think as you do. There is no truth without fools.

The view is endlessly fulfilling. It is like the answer to a lifetime of questions and vague cravings.

We yell and scold as a way of paying homage to each other's views. This is the burden of friendship between extremely high-strung individuals.

Poco tempo fa sono andato a pranzo con un amico. Si è messo a piangere. Voleva costruirsi una barca e salpare per la Tasmania. Io gli ho riso in faccia. Una settimana dopo gli è venuta un'emorragia cerebrale. Non siamo capaci di imparare niente dagli stereotipi che ci circondano, neppure che siamo tutti uguali.

The only problem I had was that my whole life was a lesson in the effect of echoes, that I was living in the third person.

I'm at that certain stage in a night of drinking and talking when I see things clearly through a small opening, a window in space.

Catastrophe is our bedtime story.

History is the angle at which realities meet.

I needed death in order to believe I was living, an atmosphere of death much more real and personal than anything the newspapers can offer.

How could there be a north below a south? Is this what I found confusing?

For most people there are only two places in the world. Where they live and their TV set.

Steffie took my hand and we walked past the fruit bins, an area that extended about forty-five yards along one wall. The bins were arranged diagonally and backed my mirrors that people accidentally punched when reaching for fruit in upper rows.

But there are different kinds of death, David. And I prefer that kind, his kind, to the death I've been fighting all my life.

Sometimes I think everything I've done since those years, everything around me in fact, I don't know if you feel this way but everything is vaguely—what—fictitious.

In a crisis the true facts are whatever other people say they are.

There is only one truth. Whoever controls your eyeballs runs the world.