Quotes About Observation

Joanna points her camera at a section of society unused to having cameras pointed at it. But I don't know about categorizing them in terms of class; I'm a bit wary of that. My dad is the son of a shipbuilder.

I listen like mad to any conversation taking place next to me just trying to hear why this is funny. Women's restrooms are especially great. I wash my hands twice waiting for people to come in and start talking.

I counted everything. I counted the steps to the road, the steps up to church, the number of dishes and silverware I washed... anything that could be counted, I did.

Every man who takes office in Washington either grows or swells, and when I give a man an office, I watch him carefully to see whether he is growing or swelling.

I experienced every wing beat as a terrifying drop followed by a stomach-lurching heave. I was sick over a glacier. Brisi watched with interest and screeched, "A thousand years from now, that will still be there, frozen in the ice. Unless a quig eats it.

Some sober part of my brain seemed to observe everything I did, clucking disdainfully, informing me that ought to be embarrassed, yet making no move

As though suddenly realized how intimate it seemed to be in my bedroom, he cleared his throat and took a step back. He gave my room one more look and took another step back. "It's amazing what a room can reveal." Then he walked down the hallway and knocked on Tiffany's door. I wondered what he'd discover looking into her room.

You've got Mac. When we went to get drinks at the concert, all he talked about was how cool you were. And Jason? The way he looks at you sometimes…if Mom ever sees that look, the guy will be sleeping in his car.

I blew it." "How'd you do that?" she asked. I gave her a quick rundown of all my most memorable moments, including the mascara fiasco. "Like he noticed," Bird said when I was finished. "Oh, he noticed. I've never had a guy look at me that hard before. He was probably trying to figure out if it was a birthmark, a tattoo, or if I was preparing for Halloween a few months early.

Before I could announce that I didn't need to warm up, she and Sam were trudging through the snow, heads bent toward each other, talking. Talking. Geeze, it seemed like every time I looked at them, they were talking. I'd never known my brother to work his jaw so much. He was more of a cut-a-wisecrack-and-run-for-cover kind of guy.

You could give lessons on putting up a tent. I've never seen one go up so fast." Okay. I'd never actually watched one go up. It wasn't exactly on my list of the top hundred-and-one things to see before I died.

Henry Ford inviting job candidates to dinner and watching them eat. He never hired the man who salted his food before tasting it.

My throat tightens and keeps me from telling her about the man in the coffee shop and the one at the plaza right now.

Dragonflies worked as sentries from the car to the front porch. Gray had never seen so many in her life.

I'd spent the entire time before we boarded perusing every adult sitting around us, mentally undressing them, wondering who had piercings or tattoos, who was kinky, who was the best kisser.

I'd been listening to men talk since I arrived in New York City. That's what men like to do. Talk. Profess like experts. When one finally came along who didn't say much, I listened.

The thing suppressed as an intrusion," Eric said, "is almost always worth looking at.

We were in separate realities, fast and slow. There is no fixed reality, only objects in contrast.

Silent people can be misleading, suggesting profundity and thoughtfulness where there may be none.

I witnessed doom, though. It was around me. But at the time, I thought the bad luck of other people reaffirmed that I was doing okay.

Much of life can never be explained but only witnessed.

The ferret sat and examined his foot "What in the world am I?" he asked, alarmed "I look like some sort of rodent !

Letter [December to Persephone] Am I the only one to notice the soft layer of haze above snow? You say you see butterflies in the skeleton pelvis, well, what about the larger hand of the clock? Or a cauldron for boiling water? Did you, do you ever stop falling?" I repeat your name a word it almost means nothing Do you remember encyclopedias? I piled up the books so you could reach the table. Now the only way to recall you is the shape of your walking away.

The eyes themselves were the eyes of a writer, always a little tired in expression.