Quotes About Observation

Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see 'em?

Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like… bus exhaust or some shit.

She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.

But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery store already?

How'm I doin'? Jim asked in his own voice—hey, he could talk out of the bastard's mouth, too. Across the way, Adrian shrugged. Pretty damn good—I can't sense you. But I gotta ask—the pair of you want a cigarette? Or are you going for a twofer?

Going over to their prisoner, Vishous performed a visual assessment on Xcor. When they'd brought the bastard in here, V had strapped him onto the wooden slab table face-up and spread-eagled, locking stainless-steel cuffs on those wrists and ankles and around that thick neck—and what do you know, the guy was right where he'd left him. Color was passable. Eyes were closed. Head wound at the rear of the skull was no longer leaking, having healed already.

Okay, well...how's that water feeling, then?' 'Excuse me?' 'The Nile warm this time of the year?

Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean…hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like…bus exhaust or some shit.

As they passed, Duke nodded, and John Matthew, as he was called, did the same—and that was the extent of it. No one had ever heard the SOB say a word, but by the same token, anyone built like that didn't have to talk.

He had to look.

got a close look at Doc Jane's red Crocs, Ehlena's blue ones, and his brother's knees as the male immediately crouched down next to him.

He was well aware of when she fell asleep—her breathing changed and her leg twitched from time to time. He wondered if she was kicking him in the ass in her dreams.

Staring down at the churning crowd from his second-floor office, he watched them through the kind of one-way glass that psychologists used to monitor the interviews of insane people. And this made sense. The men and women below, stimulated and stimulating each other, were not on the normal bandwidth, and that was why they came to his establishment.

Spending time with you is like watching paint dry." Lassiter's voice echoed up to the stalactites hanging from the Tomb's high ceiling. "Except without the home improvement—which is a tragedy, given how this place looks. Do you guys always go for the gloom and doom? You never hear of Pottery Barn?" -Lassiter to Tohr

Like pornography, postmodernism is hard to define but easy to spot.

If instead of saying, "I'm going to do this trade," you say, "I'm going to watch myself do this trade," all of a sudden you find that the process is a lot easier.

Charting is a little like surfing. You don't have to know a lot about the physics of tides, resonance, and fluid dynamics in order to catch a good wave. You just have to be able to sense when it's happening and then have the drive to act at the right time.

You don't want to have a position before a move has started. You want to wait until the move is already under way before you get into the market.

Someone once unkindly said that when people die in Morecambe, they don't bury them, they simply sit them up in the town bus shelters to make the place look busy.

Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower??

And a bird who was on a crooked branch is suddenly gone without my even hearing him.

Se non scrivo quello che vedo effettivamente accadere su questo globo infelice racchiuso nei contorni del mio teschio penserò che il povero Dio mi abbia mandato sulla terra per niente.

for you are an observer, you know, you observe things, that's why you live.

My eyes were glued on life, and they were full of tears.