Quotes About Perception

I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too.

belittle , v. No, I don't listen to the weather in the morning. No, I don't keep track of what I spend. No, it hadn't occurred to me that the Q train would have been much faster. But every time you give me that look, it doesn't make me want to live up to your standards.

It looks like Animal and Miss piggy had sex, I said. And this was the spawn. My eyes! Boomer cried. My eyes! I can't stop seeing it now that you've said it!

And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.

I am not dangerous. Only the stories are dangerous. Only the fictions we create, especially when they become expectations.

I guess it's a choice we make, she said. What's a choice? I asked. And she said, How much of the world we let in.

You existed. You existed now as a fractal. Definition: A fractal is generally a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be broken into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole. Maybe I was a fractal. Maybe the photographer was a fractal. Maybe we were all fractals.

That whole week, we started to divide things into those two categories: anything or something. A piece of jewelry bougth at a department store: anything. A piece of jewelry made by hand: something. A dollar: anything. A sand dollar: something. A gift certificate: anything. An IOU for two hours of starwatching: something. A drunk kiss at a party: anything. A sober kiss alone in a park: something.

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

I find myself looking into people's eyes more than I ever did before. And I realize, that's where we stop being a certain gender or color. Just look right into the center of the eye.

I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.

yarn, n. Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once. Knit me a sweater out of your best stories. Not the day's petty injustices. Not the glimmer of a seven-eights-forgotten moment from your past. Not something that somebody said to somebody, who then told it to you. No, I want a yarn. It doesn't have to be true.

I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.

You see, Dash -- I was never the girl in your head. And you were never the boy in my head. I think we both knew that. It's only when we try to make the girl or boy in our head real that the true trouble comes. I did that with Carlos, and it was a bad failure. Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head.

It's like, you know how sometimes you see a really sexy baby? Wait...

The spot was empty. Empty but not void. Void is when there is absolutely nothing there and the nothing is natural, a complete vacuum. But empty-with empty, you are aware of what's supposed to be there. Empty means something is missing.

Every you, every me. Fractals. Fractures.

What's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

I immediately suspected there was much more to it than was being said.

Most people, I've noticed, are instinctively harsh to strangers. They expect every approach to be an attack, every question to be an interruption.

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.

People often say that when couples are married for a long time, they start to look alike. I don't believe that. But I do believe their sentences start to look alike.