Quotes About Perception

She was quite a doll. She wore a white belted raincoat, no hat, a well-cherished head of platinum hair, booties to match the raincoat, a folding plastic umbrella, a pair of blue-gray eyes that looked at me as if I had said a dirty word.

You're the second guy I've met within hours who seems to think a gat in the hand means a world by the tail.

The eighty-five cent dinner tasted like a discarded mailbag and was served to me by a waiter who looked as if he would slug me for a quarter, cut my throat for six bits, and bury me at sea in a barrel of concrete for a dollar and a half, plus sales tax.

It's not his step, it's the back of his lap he ought to watch, I said.

At twenty-nine a dish like this would almost certainly have been married.

Tiré el diario a un rincón y encendí la TV. Después de la nauseabunda página de sociales, hasta los luchadores que aparecían en la pantalla parecían buenos. Lo cual probablemente era cierto. Sobre todo por la página de sociales.

He looked me up and down, brilliant black eyes sweeping slowly and the silky fringe of long eyelashes following them.

He looked at the corner of the ceiling with an absent stare. I looked at him with a not so absent stare. He looked like a man who could be trusted with a secret—if it was his own secret.

You don't have to be a psychic to sell oriental rugs. You only have to be a psychic to buy them.

We looked at each other with the clear innocent eyes of a couple of used car salesmen.

That's the trouble with cops. You're all set to hate their guts and then you meet one that goes human on you.

He looks at you or doesn't. You look at him. He says nothing and you say nothing. There is nothing to communicate.

You can hold an important public office forever in our country with no qualifications for it but a clean nose, a photogenic face, and a close mouth. If on top of that you look good on a horse, you are unbeatable.

I puffed at the cigarette. It was one of those things with filters in them. It tasted like a high fog strained through cotton wool.

She had weedy hair of that vague colour which is neither brown nor blond, that hasn't enough life in it to be ginger, and isn't clean enough to be grey.

He had a sort of dry musty smell, like a fairly clean Chinaman.

Her hand was small and had shape, not the usual bony garden tool you see on women nowadays.

He looked earnestly at me, as if that was important to me.

I'm beginning to get it," I said slowly. "Take a family like yours and somebody in it has to be the dark meat.

He looked durable. Most fat men do.

The average critic never recognizes an achievement when it happens. He explains it after it has become respectable.

From thirty feet away she looked like a lot of class. From ten feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from thirty feet away. Her mouth was too wide, her eyes

The Empire is all those who live within its borders, from the nobles to the lowest servant, even the slaves who work the fields. It must be seen as a whole, not as being embodied by some small but visible part, such as the Warlord or the High Council.

What is he?' 'What would you have him be?