Quotes About Perception

I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer.

They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning.

That´s the problem with the truth. Sometimes the truth is ambiguous, or really bad cliche.

What you couldn't see and only imagined was always scarier than what was real.

Honestly, Bob: how do you carve a scream?

I doubted I would need my eyes. I drew in the dark, after all.

How people react is going to be based on how you react.

Most looked happy. I thought. Hard to tell, actually. What can you tell from a face?

Alles, woran man glaubt, beginnt zu existieren.

They say that sometimes a man cannot recognize himself in a looking-glass. It is even harder to recognize oneself in the clouded mirror of the past.

I do not hear gunshots, but watch birds splash over the backyards of the suburbs. How bright is the sky as the avenue spins on its axis. How bright is the sky (forgive me) how bright.

The deaf don't believe in silence. Silence is the invention of the hearing.

Today I have to screw on the expression of a person thought I am at most an animal and the animal I am spirals

Watch, God— deaf have something to tell that not even they can hear.

Observe this moment -how it convulses- The body of the boy lies on the asphalt like a paperclip. The body of the boy lies on the asphalt like the body of a boy.

Yes we lived. We lived, yes, don't say it was a dream/

A man should smell better than his country

Deafness isn't an illness! It's a sexual position!

There are two kinds of obscurity; one arises from a lack of feelings and thoughts, which have been replaced by words; the other from an abundance of feelings and thoughts, and the inadequacy of words to express them.

For a quick second, when he met my eyes, I knew what he was thinking, too. Malcolm, the troublemaker. Malcolm, the one who won't toe the line. Looking in his eyes—a thing I maybe never did before—it speared me.

So he's nervous about me making trouble at the bus stop. It makes me want to laugh. Just as truthfully, I could've told him I was class president. On the football team. Straight-A student. But what was interesting about any of that?

Filipinos want beauty. I have to look beautiful so that the poor Filipinos will have a star to look at from their slums.

Never dress down for the poor. They won't respect you for it. They want their First Lady to look like a million dollars.

When they see me holding fish, they can see that I am comfortable with kings as well as with paupers.