Quotes About Perception

Is that all time is - our perception of how quickly it does or does not pass?

what I remember is the silence in spite of the noise. In my head it might just as well have been a snowy day in the country.

I ma trying to feel more well adjusted than I really am, which is, I guess, the human condition.

Besides, animals don't even have time. Only humans have time. It's what makes us different.

I don't understand beauty.

He felt intact but worthless, like a chocolate rabbit selling for 75 percent off the month after Easter.

Youth is the time of life lived for some imaginary audience.

I used the phrase 'a certain age.' What I mean by this is the age people are in their heads. It's usually thirty to thirty-four. Nobody is forty in their head. When it comes to your internal age, chin wattles and relentless liver spots mean nothing.

Susan, nonetheless, wanted to know why she was having such a dating problem. Dusty said, I think your problem is that you think everyone else is a freak except you, but everybody's a freak- you included- and once you learn that, the World of Dating is yours.

Dag insists that all dogs secretly speak the English language and subscribe to the morals and beliefs of the Unitarian church...

In my ears i hear a noise, and this noise is the sound of the color of the sun.

Do you realize, Tyler,' says Anna-Louise, 'the entire time we were in the forest it rained steadily and not once did we approach a state of moistness? There was a storm and we didn't even know.

God, I wish he and I had been genuinely close as opposed to the Don't-they-look-nice-together-in-the-airbrushed-family-portrait close.

But Dag, for all of his efforts, might as well have been talking to a cat. Our parents' generation seems neither able nor interested in understanding how marketers exploit them. They take shopping at face value.

Chronotropic Drugs: Drugs engineered to affect one's sense of time. Chronodecelocotropic drugs have no short term effect but over time give one the impression that time feels longer. Chronoaccelocotropic drugs have the opposite effect.

A rich man is always simply a rich man, but a rich woman is only a poor woman who just happens to have money.

Six silent people in a room got me to thinking about the voice we hear in our heads when we read, the universal narrator's voice you may well be hearing right now. Whose voice *is* it you're hearing? It's not your own, is it? I didn't think so. It never is. So I posed the question out loud..." ...When you read a book, whose voice is it you hear inside your head? It's certainly not my own, said Harj, and the others chimed in with the same claim. Then whose it?

What I notice is that everybody's kind of accusing everybody else of actingthese days. Know what I mean? Kind of, uh, not being genuine. Nobody believes the identities we've made for ourselves. I feel like everybody in the world is fake now - as though people had true cores once, but hucked them away and replaced them with something more attractive but also hollow.

But if you accept dreams, you also have to accept nightmares, and I know nightmares are bad things. And if dreams are so special, why is it that no person or company has ever tried to make a drug that leads to better dreaming? Sleeping pills, yes, but dreaming pills? Have scientists even asked that question?

I wish I could say that success turns people into plastic dolls, but the truth is that I don't know any successful people

Nobody ever mentions the good side of OxyContin: It makes you feel like Jesus fucking a horse.

Jesus, Neal, watching you eat with a spork is like seeing Helen Keller at a ladies' afternoon tea.

the BIG issue nowadays is that on TV and in magazines, the images we see, while they appear surreal, "really aren't surrealistic, because they're just random, and there's no subconsciousness underneath to generate the images.

After playing Halo 2 for 3 hours, I went out and mowed down a Red Cross blood bank, raped anything with a pulse, and trashed the local mall. Then I toasted the gods of destruction with a goblet of blood stolen from a Girl Guide's body.