Quotes About Observation

He look embarrassed. "Twas nothing. Stupid nonsense. I was being heroic." (Kit) "I noticed." (Kate)

Man watches his history on the screen with apathy and an occasional passing flicker of horror or indignation.

Silence thronged the room, and he was aware of the focused scrutiny of the three people who confronted him.

The words must conjure the character of a place for readers who may never see it. This may seem like magic, or incomparable talent, but the inspiration starts with acute observation.

There is nothing more amusing to Venetians than watching tourists who think the Grand Canal is all there is to Venice.

A member of my family, who shall remain nameless, refers to all newborns as 'blobs'.

He was standing by the window, looking down, when I went in. Even the sight of his back, sloping a little at the top with the inclination of his head, did something to me. And anyone that can love a back, can love. ("Don't Wait Up For Me Tonight")

Each unto himself has his own world that he looks out upon, and though someone else were to stand on the very selfsame inch of ground your feet were placed upon, guided by chalk marks, he would not see the same things you did.

How rich is anyone who can simply see human faces!

If you stare at someone long enough, they'll eventually look back at you.

Time shrinks when it's not paid attention to.

I don't think being a comedian gives you any fucking insight into what makes people laugh.

His face had gotten so fat his eyes were little bloodshot dots of mistrust.

The most prolific teachers of critical thinking in my lifetime are stand-up comedians

Unstrained, I sit and gaze, glare, survey, stare through barred windows encased in embroidered steel. Pearly frosted dust obstructs the channels of light, leaving only small pillars of fire, arranged in disordered fragments. The antiquated sallow walls are stained with crimson braids that wreathe and scuttle about the rimes and rifts.

I looked at her, looking being one of my better law-enforcement techniques.

He didn't sound particularly drunk, but Bob's a professional, so you never can tell.

Be careful what you say and who you say it in front of in this place, every ear is guaranteed to have a running mouth.

You know the difference between an asshole and an anus?" He spoke from the side of his mouth. "What's that?" "An anus can't say 'that went well.

Look . . ." I dreaded female statements that started with "look." In my limited experience, there was nowhere to hide after they were made.

The Cedar Man also began looking familiar, and I recognized him as Willis Weist, who had disappointed my mother; she had observed him going to as many as four white-person church services each Sunday. A confirmed Methodist, she'd finally asked him which one he liked the best, to which he had responded, "Pentecostal." My heartbroken mother asked why. He'd shrugged, "Because they have the best potluck dinners." There

I looked at the sky with its patchwork of sun and storm clouds—the devil must be beating his wife indeed. I bet I was the only one who used that phrase anymore. I

Wonder. There is wonder in you, along with a little impatience. You are standing outside of yourself, looking at yourself, conscious of a rhythm within yourself, several rhythms, and the sound of drums from far away.

That's the trouble with witnesses. They always look at the wrong things.