Quotes About Perception

To banish imperfection is to destroy expression.

I am not so afraid that I cannot see the truth.

But the laughter was like a water bug on a pond, skating across the surface of his mind. He was amused and he laughed, but nothing was deeply funny; life was simply stupid most of the time.

I could live here," Del said. "No, you couldn't. You'd turn into a coot and hang out at the general store, with your fly down," Lucas said. "You'd be known for goosing middle-aged women. You'd be the town embarrassment.

The nun said, "I can forgive the language. I'm not sure I can forgive your making an obscene gesture at your mother." "Ya gotta know her," Holland said. "If you knew her, you'd give her the finger, too.

If a Martian were watching our television shows, he'd conclude that guns were more common than hammers. They're not evil themselves--they're tools--but everywhere you go, bad people have them. It behooves the righteous to at least know how they work.

I dream of an America where a chicken can cross the road without having its motives questioned.

Though wickedly aware of his surroundings, he didn't look around; looking around attracted the eye. People who saw him would ask themselves, "Why's that guy looking around like that?" He'd learned not to do it.

bumper sticker said "I dream of an America where a chicken can cross the road without having its motives questioned.

She had eyes that Rembrandt would have painted.

Cox knew the guys she was living with were criminals, but really it was more like the redistribution of wealth from Beverly Hills to Long Beach, almost like being a Democrat, so it was hard to see too much wrong with it. And nobody ever died.

satellite view. "They could

How many people have figured out that if you lie enough, and loud enough, people will start to believe?

MICHAELA BOWDEN was a tall woman, thin, ramrod-straight, brown hair with copper highlights, attractive in a front-office way. She was talking to a small group of fawning locals, called a couple of them by name. Lucas picked out a half-dozen security people, four men, two women, within twenty feet of her. Every one of them eye-clicked Lucas, maybe smelling a guy with a gun, though he wasn't wearing one. When they saw Clay pulling him along, they looked elsewhere.

a political line that sounds like the party's. I thought of you and your boys, first thing. A few other people

It's okay with us," Dannon said, and now there was something in his eye, a little spark of pleasure, a job well done. Lucas thought, This isn't good.

sweating like a blind lesbian in a sushi bar.

Dunno, but my gut says we're onto something, and my gut doesn't lie," Shrake said. "There was that time with that Rudolph chick," Jenkins suggested. "That's because my dick overruled my gut, but my gut was telling me the truth," Shrake said. "What can I tell you?

He looked terrific. Not that any women would notice: they'd be too busy talking to each other on their fucking cell phones.

If you think that haircut makes you look like a Ranger, it doesn't. It makes you look like a fuckin' whorehouse doorknob." "Yeah, well, fuck you, too," the younger cop said.

Lucas nodded at him and said to the younger cop, "If you think that haircut makes you look like a Ranger, it doesn't. It makes you look like a fuckin' whorehouse doorknob." "Yeah, well, fuck you, too," the younger cop said. The older cop said, "Whorehouse doorknob? That's good. I'll have to remember that.

TV. It's like if you're not on it, you don't exist. The single most pernicious idea in our culture.

The more he worked around the PPPI, the more he got the feeling that he was onto something. People were lying to him, misdirecting him. He couldn't exactly put a finger on why he thought that, but he'd learned the hard way not to ignore even unsupported intuition.

It's more important to look good, than to feel good," Lucas said. "What?" "Never mind. Before your time," Lucas said.