Quotes About Observation

When he looked up, Silvia was standing in front of him. Her arms were folded and she gazed vacantly past him. A bright yellow pencil was behind her ear. Her brown hair was tied back in a hard bun. At the corner others were sitting, other Silvias, dishes in front of them, half dozing or eating, some of them reading. Each the same as the next, except for their clothing.

Se puede decir que un hotel es bueno cuando encargas algo al servicio de habitaciones y el empleado no te mira en ningún momento al entrar en la estancia.

La forma en la que no te miran es casi japonesa.

I once saw a ballgame.

Frankly you look more like a goat man to me.

Knocking TV. It's a national pastime in itself. Think in your mind of all the homes, people sitting around saying, 'What's happened to this country? Where's the level of education gone? The morality?

However, just for the heck of it, he wiggled his bent Sidney's out of his coat pocket, thumbed to ostrich comma male-female, old-young, sick-well, mint-used, and inspected the prices.

She waited, smoking, watching him with a feminine vigil of intensity and acuity.

The thing about rabbits, sir, is that everybody has one. I'd like to see you step up to the goat-class where I feel you belong. Frankly you look more like a goat man to me.

Sebastian sat silently and passively, like a chicken, listening.

Something, like nothing, happens anywhere.

You won't understand anything about the imagination until you realise that it's not about making things up, it's about perception.

You won't understand anything about imagination until you realise that it's not about making things up, it's about perception.

How do you do that? By not being human, he said. That's why you could never trick a bear. We see tricks and deceit as plain as arms and legs. We can see in a way humans have forgotten. But you know about this; you can understand the symbol reader.

The wave function of this situation is going to collapse quite soon.

Malcolm was watching everything, looking around unobtrusively, and as the speaker began again, he noticed something: the armed police had quietly vanished. There'd been a man at each of the six exits. Now there were none.

Tony ate the rest of his pie and drank the sweet hot liquor without taking much notice of his surroundings, and the surroundings took little notice of him: he was too small to be a threat, and too stolid to promise much satisfaction as a victim. It

Asriel among the bears: Iofur Raknison, I'm going to be entirely frank with you, followed by a string of confident and overbearing lies—had he noticed the bear-king's doll-dæmon, the clue that he was unbearlike enough to be tricked? Or was it just luck?—but he knew the bears well enough. He was very like his daughter.

I'm a great believer in providing children with experiences that are not for them but can be overheard.

but he wondered how many others had seen the loneliness in her expression when she wasn't guarding it.

Nothing bad can happen to a writer. Everything is material.

They recruited the most supple and athletic of the cops to train as mounted policemen, and a small kid could be mesmerized just watching one who'd been lazing majestically down the street stop to write a parking ticket and then lean way over in the saddle so as to place the ticket under the car's windshield wiper, a physical gesture, if ever there was one, of magnificent condescension to the machine age.

a nervous, undernourished girl who continually looked down the front of her gown as though there was some sort of construction project going on under her clothes.

How can this be happening in America? How can people like these be in charge of our country? If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I'd think I was having a hallucination.