Quotes About Observation

vio un globo anaranjado volando libremente por el ancho cielo en dirección al río y vio cómo todos los ojos que miraban el globo tenían en ese momento cinco años

Jesus! Did I SAY that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my attorney, but he seemed oblivious...

Every now and then you run up on one of those days when everything's in vain … a stone bummer from start to finish; and if you know what's good for you, on days like these you sort of hunker down in a safe corner and watch.

Though I was careful never to mention it, I began to see a new dimension in everything that happened.

NOBODY KNOWS THE WEIRDNESS I'VE SEEN ON THE TRAIL OF THE BROWN BUFFALO

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

The only thing I ever saw that came close to Objective Journalism was a closed-circuit TV setup that watched shoplifters in the General Store at Woody Creek, Colorado.

It's Your World...Pay Attention

That's where Time magazine lives … way out there on the puzzled, masturbating edge, peering through the keyhole and selling what they see to the big wide world of Chamber of Commerce voyeurs who support the public prints.

Jesus, you know I was walking back to the huddle and I looked over and, god damn, I almost flipped when I saw you and Davis standing together on the sideline. I thought, man, the world really is changing when you see a thing like that—Hunter Thompson and Al Davis—Christ, you know that's the first time I ever saw anybody with Davis during practice; the bastard's always alone out there, just pacing back and forth like a goddamn beast. …

Ia em direção ao ferry e quando cheguei à esquina parei a ver o que ele fazia. Foi a última vez que o vi e lembro-me muito claramente. Caminhou pelo molhe e parou junto ao poste de um candeeiro, a olhar para o mar. O único ser vivo numa cidade morta das Caraíbas: uma figura alta num fato gasto de Palm Beach, o seu único fato, agora cheio de pó e manchado de relva, com os bolsos largos, sozinho num molhe no fim do mundo imerso nos seus pensamentos

We should witness all things non-reactively, especially our moods and emotions, neither condemning some nor holding on to others.

Women are walking around on the streets. From her calf and the hem of her skirt to her hip, from her hair to the high heels on her feet, a young woman is freedom. Especially when you look at her from afar.

I switched the light out again. The room was totally dark, not even the starlight showing while my eyes adjusted. Perhaps I would ask for one of those LED alarm radios, though I'm very fond of my old brass alarm clock. Once I tied a wasp tot the striking-surface of each of the copper-coloured bells on top, where the little hammer would hit them in the morning when the alarm went off. I always wake up before the alarm goes, so I got to watch.

It made me feel good to know that I could see him and he couldn't see me, and that I was aware and fully conscious and he wasn't

It never ceased to amaze him how quickly a small child's face could turn from peach to beetroot.

I know that the sun exists because I can see it; I believe that the earth goes around it because logical calculation concludes that, and it is not contradicted by what I can see. I know that unicorns exist because such a creature is possible in nature and reliable people have seen one, even though I have not myself

An in experienced traveler would imagine that their land contains the finest buildings, the biggest towns, the richest, best-fed, happiest people in the world.

I cannot remember a single painting, although I do remember trying hard to be deeply impressed by them at the time.

The humble have once again exhibited more insight than the exalted

For, or so they whispered, she would take the camp-stool and draw it up close below the face of the man or woman that hung down over the edge of the interrogation table. Then she would squat down on the stool and and look into the face and quietly say 'No. 1' or 'No. 10' or 'No. 25' and the inquisitors would know what she meant and they would begin. And she would watch the eyes in the face a few inches away from hers and breathe in the screams as if they were perfume.

the moustaches on the men were just a lot of moustaches.

The man seemed to realize that he was being watched. He looked up and gazed incuriously at them for a moment. Then he reached for a brief-case on the chair beside him, extracted a newspaper and started to read it, his elbows propped up on the table.

There was a sharp 'phut', no louder than a bubble of air escaping from a tube of toothpaste. No other noise at all, and suddenly Le Chiffre had grown another eye, a third eye on a level with the other two, right where the thick nose started to jut out below the forehead. It was a small black eye, without eyelashes or eyebrows.