Quotes About Observation

To seek for the look of things as a primary purpose or as the main drama is apt to make nothing but trouble.

Your child will learn to respect and value the needs and feelings of others by watching the choices you make.

You can learn more from watching the animals than you can from a guru or a minister — or from reading my book.

You prefer to identify with the part of you who watches television or cooks or works — the part you think knows what it is doing. But

what would happen to others, not oneself. Rosanna thought that was what accounted for the crowd's

Eavesdropping is a habit fiction writers get into. Fiction writing will lead you into a number of socially unacceptable practices.

I looked back over that field, and all across it you could see spider webs. This was quite amazing to me as I had just ploughed the whole field that day. A testimonial to the spiders' indestructability, I'd say.

Aren't you something, Grandma said. I never saw a midget up close. Little person, Briggs said. And I never saw anyone as old as you up close, either.

Grandma Mazur stood two feet back from my mother. I gotta get me a pair if those, she said, eyeballing my shorts. I've still got pretty good legs, you know. She raised her skirt and looked down at her knees. What do you think? You think I'd look good in them biker things? Grandma Mazur had knees like doorknobs.

I don't think his elevator went all the way to the top anymore, if you know what I mean

And from where I was sitting his ass looked like little Bear's bed...not too hard, and not too soft, but just right.

I was standing with my back to the door, and I saw Connie's eyes go wide. "Be still my heart," Lula said, looking past me, through the window to the sidewalk. I figured they were looking at either Johnny Depp or Ranger. My money was on Ranger.

No Ranger in sight. That's because he's in the wind. You can't see the wind. Or maybe the wind went home to watch Tuesday night fights.

Rule three, never underestimate nosy neighbors. Mrs. Rupp called and wanted to know why you were standing in the alley, looking into her windows, and she was wondering if she should call the police. I explained it was most likely *my* windows you were looking in and reminded her that *I* was the police, so she needn't bother with another phone call.

It means that he looks like my boyfriend, but I don't say it out loud.

He's a serious babe," Connie said. "Saw him six months ago, before all this happened. He was ordering a quarter pound of provolone at the meat market, and I had all I could do to keep from sinking my teeth into his butt.

Truth is, I think naked men are kind of strange looking what with their doodles and ding-dong hanging loose like they do. Nevertheless, there's the curiosity thing. I guess it's another one of those car crash experiences, where you feel compelled to look even if you know you'll be horrified.

We went to the wall and looked down at Vlatko, sprawled on the road below us. 'Do you think he's okay?' I asked. 'Babe,' Ranger said. 'He's one inch thick.

Nice to see a pretty girl stopping by, even if it is just business. And look at you with all that curly red hair and big brown eyes. And you got a nose that's cute as a button. I bet you work out too.

Sometimes I find human nature to be real disappointing

My mother started as soon as I hit the front porch. Every time I see you, you look worse and worse.

their eager eyes unlocking the secrets of the human form. who could just look at it as it is, without prettying it up or emphasizing its awfulness

I walked along the side with the spray-painted trees, some in white like a starched chemical snowfall, others painted gold, pink, red, even black. The black tree, about three feet high, looked like it had been burnt. I wondered who would want a black tree, but I knew someone would. There was no limit to the ways in which people could be strange. ~ White Oleander

I lay on my mattress on the screen porch and waited for him to leave, watching the blue of the evening turn velvet, indigo lingering like an unspoken hope, while my mother and the blond man murmured on the other side of the screens. Incense perfumed the air, a special kind she bought in Little Tokyo, without any sweetness, expensive.