Quotes About Perception

As far as I can tell, all cats [can see ghosts.] But they aren't terribly impressed with the fact that we're dead and still present. One rarely gets a reaction from them.

Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes

My brother threw up his hands. What does a woman need to do, Harry? Rip her clothes off, throw herself on top of you, and shimmy while screaming, 'Do me, baby!'? he shook his head. Sometimes you're a frigging idiot.

There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.

Let me be clear that I never offered House Astor an insult... Nor did I insult Reginald. I simply described him in accurate terms. If he finds himself insulted by the truth, it's hardly my concern.

Money is a madness, a delusion-illusion. It's not made of metal, really. It's made of time. How much is one's time worth? If one can convince enough people that one's time is an invaluable resource, then one has lots and lots of money. That's why one can spend time—only one can never get a refund.

She was also mad. Loopy as a crochet convention.

Peabody may not have seen the man turn into a grizzly, but he was bright enough to know that Injun Joe was getting set to adjust another relative ass-to-ears ratio.

You can describe it to them as much as you want. You can write books about what you felt, what you experienced. You can compose poems and songs about what it was like. But until they've seen it for themselves, they can't really know what it is you're talking about. A few people will clearly see the effect it had on you, will understand that much, at least. But they won't know.

Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face. Harry Dresden

Ohhhh," Molly said wisely. "Those are fun-time handcuffs, not bad-time handcuffs. I gotcha.

Lots of things are more than what they seem in a purely physical sense.

Maybe this is what it feels like for civilians when they see cops doing some of the dirty work. A lot of times they don't understand what's happening. They see something they don't like and it upsets them—because they don't have the full story, aren't personally facing the problem, and don't know how much worse the alternative could be.

I don't know the good or the evil of the thing. That's something that only you mortals worry about.

The capacity of humanity to deny what is right in front of it is staggering.

I listened. Listening isn't hard to do. No one has practice at it, nowadays, but you can train yourself to pay attention to your senses if you work at it long enough.

A wonderful place, the mind, but if it has any kind of disappointing failure, it's that it always attempts to put new things into the context of things which are already familiar to it.

I couldn't ever remember actually doing more than waving at this guy as I went past. I was pretty sure I hadn't ever introduced my dog. How did he know Mouse's name? Damned pooch is more a of people person than I'll ever be.

Everyone thinks magic is something different.

Man sees faces. Sees skin. Flags. Membership lists. Files. God sees hearts.

This whole thing, I said is going to come down to guessing who isn't what they look like. Who is? Karrin asked, her hands moving surely over the weapon. Ever.

Susan smiled at me, giving Molly the Female Once-Over—a process by which one woman creates a detailed profile of another woman based upon about a million subtle details of clothing, jewelry, makeup, and body type, and then decides how much of a social threat she might be. Men have a parallel process, but it's binary: Does he have beer? If yes, will he share with me?

Of course cats [can see ghosts]. As far as I can tell, all cats. But they aren't terribly impressed with the fact that we're dead and still present.

We're all imaginary friends to one another