Quotes About Perception

Die Definition eines Arschlochs ist ein Mensch, der nicht glaubt, was er sieht.

Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.

There was something dead in my heart. I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusion that it was a mouse. I had a dead mouse in my heart.

Watcha doin? If you're like me, you're doin nothin, but you're doin it so well that everybody thinks you're doin somethin.

because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that i should think of you as the correct time: with your long blonde hair at 8:03, and your pulse-lightning breasts at 11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30, i know i'm right.

We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that only children could tell what it was. Perhaps it wasn't a game at all, only the grave of a game.

We call everything a river here. We are that kind of people.

THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACE There are days when that is the last place in the world that you want to be but you have to be there, like a movie, because it -----features you.

The flies were teaching an advanced seminar in philosophy as they crawled up the crack of my ass

It was not an outhouse resting upon the imagination. It was reality.

I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon.

I guess the last remaining question is: What about the sombrero? It's still there, lying in the street but its temperature had returned to -24 degrees and fortunately for America it stayed there. Millions of tourists have walked all around it but not one of them has seen it, though it is in plain sight. How can you miss a very cold white sombrero lying in the Main Street of a town? In other words: There is more to life than meets the eye.

The old drunk told me about trout fishing. When he could talk, he had a way of describing trout as if they were a precious and intelligent metal.

I guess some people lived like Reader's Digest, but I hadn't met any and at that time it seemed doubtful that I ever would

Truth is stranger than fishin

He looked ninety years old for thirty years and then he got the notion that he would die, and did so.

I sat down and looked the bus over to see who was there, and it took me about a minute to realize that there was something very wrong with that bus, and it took the other people about the same period to realize that there was something very wrong with the bus, and the thing that was wrong was me.

I was a child, then, though now I look like somebody else.

I will tell you. This place stinks. This isn't iDEATH at all. This is just a figment of your imagination. All of you guys here are just a bunch of clucks, doing clucky things at your clucky iDEATH.

When other people were talking, she stared directly at them with very narrow understanding eyes that listened to them as if they were the only sound left in the world, as if everything else that made sound had disappeared entirely from the human ear and their voice was all there was left.

I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon. Excuse me, I said, I thought you were trout stream. I'm not, she said.

Toronto will always be like the flipside of a dream for me. I called heads but Toronto came up tails.

He created his own Kool-Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.

Jack had some kind of idea that it was all wrong for a car to have a house.