Quotes About Perception

Sometimes, I read that I'm this leftwing comic who just goes on about politics the whole time. Other times, I read that it's just surreal nonsense about crisps. It's both of those.

It is a bit surreal when I'm out and people are having a look or staring or wanting selfies.

To hear that someone right around the other side of the world actually knows who Troy Deeney is, is quite surreal.

It's really surreal watching myself on television because I pick up on all my mannerisms. You really get to see yourself in a completely different light when you actually watch yourself.

It's really strange being in, like, Addison,Texas, and having people come up to me at a Nordstrom's or a gas station. It's really, really surreal.

I don't know why, but even my nighttime dreams are very, very rooted in reality. They just start to become surreal, little by little. That exact moment when you're about to realize that this might be a dream is my favorite thing.

Hyperrealism can create an atmosphere of surrealism because nobody sees the world in such detail.

The overintellectualization of surrealism can be a bromide. A dream interpreted is a deflated dream.

The ear will surrender even at those times when the eye wants to close, when the eye doesn't want to watch.

I just don't know when, as a society... it sort of only became OK to represent gay people in the traditional sense, where they have a great job and well-adjusted parents and maybe a surrogate or adopted child. When was that the only way you could represent gay people?

Anyone who does not see that there is a 'struggle for power' element is naïve; anyone who sees nothing but this aspect is a false realist.

It's possible, in a poem or a short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those things-- a chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman's earring-- with immense, even startling power. It is possible to write a line of seemingly innocuous dialogue and have it send a chill along the reader's spine-- the source of artistic delight, as Nabokov would have it. That's the kind of writing that most interests me.

The past is unclear. It's as if there is a film over those early years. I can't even be sure that the things I remember happening really happened to me.

But here is the thing. When he gets on me, I suddenly feel I am fat. I feel am terrifically fat, so fat that Rudy is a tiny thing and hardly there at all.

La chose dont je parle ici a une parenté avec le style, mais ne se ramène pas au seul style. C'est la griffe particulière et reconnaissable entre toutes qu'un écrivain appose à tout ce qu'il écrit. Ce n'est pas le talent. Le talent, ça court les rues. Mais un écrivain qui a une façon spéciale de voir les choses et qui donne une forme artistique à cette manière de voir est un écrivain qui a des chances de durer.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark." Uddrag fra: Raymond Carver. "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love". Apple Books.

Los sueños son eso de lo que uno se despierta.

The nights are very unclear here. But if the moon is full, we know it. We feel one thing one minute, something else the next.

Teníamos esa extraña sensación de que, ahora que nos dábamos cuenta de que ya había sucedido todo, podía suceder cualquier cosa.

My wife finally took her eyes off the blind man and looked at me. I had the feeling she didn't like what she saw. I shrugged.

Tuhaf bir ÅŸekilde her ÅŸey olabilecekken, her ÅŸeyin zaten olduÄŸunu fark ettik.

Però ha certi occhi, disse Bonnie. Che hanno gli occhi? Sono tristi. Gli occhi più tristi che abbia mai visto in un uomo.

Nick e Joanne guardavano l'incendio tenendosi stretti, ma mentre lei gli accarezzava distrattamente una spalla, Nick fu assalito dalla sensazione familiare, che ogni tanto lo attanagliava, di non sapere bene a cosa lei stesse pensando.

Por qué habría de querer yo una fotografía de tal desastre? Me acerque un poco más a ella y vi mi cabeza, mi cabeza, allí dentro, tras la ventana de la cocina. Me hizo pensar, al verme a mí mismo de ese modo. Lo digo en serio: es algo que le hace pensar a uno.