Quotes About Interpretation

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way… As a man is, so he sees.

Any fool can "obey" an order,' Hamo said, darkly. 'The clever thing is to interpret it.

We all see the world differently from each other; we all have unique vision.

The only realism in art is of the imagination.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

A house is sometimes wine. It is sometimes more than a skin.

There is no thing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in a green sea, the wind at nightfall bending the rose- red grasses and you- in your apron hurrying to catch- say it seems to you to be your son. How ridiculous! You will pass up into a cloud and look back at me, not count the scribbling foolish that put wings at your heels, at your knees.

Say it! No ideas but in things. Mr. Paterson has gone away to rest and write. Inside the bus one sees his thoughts sitting and standing. His thoughts alight and scatter– Who are these people (how complex the mathematic) among whom I see myself in the regularly ordered plateglass of his thoughts, glimmering before shoes and bicycles?

And a church spire sketched on the sky, of sheet metal and open beams, to resemble a church spire

In the mind there is a continual play of obscure images which coming between the eyes and their prey seem pictures on the screen at the movies. Sometimes there appears to be a maladjustment. The wish would be to see not floating visions of unknown purport but the imaginative qualities of the actual things being perceived accompany their gross vision in a slow dance, interpreting as they go. But inasmuch as this will not always be the case one must dance nevertheless as he can.

Silence can be complex too, but you do not get far with silence.

The same things exist, but in a different condition when energized by the imagination.

Well, I shall understand your lingo one of these days, cousin.

We have all heard what we wanted to hear! Truth that sounds right to our ears!

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.

You should approach Joyce's Ulysses as the illiterate Baptist preacher approaches the Old Testament: with faith.

I would say that music is the easiest means in which to express, but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily in words what the pure music would have done better.

Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is.

Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.

Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other.

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move.

It was that his words, his telling, just did not synchronize with what his hearers believed would (and must) be the scope of a single individual.

But I aint so sho that ere a man has the right to say what is crazy and what aint. It's like there was a fellow in every man that's done a-past the sanity or the insanity, that watches the sane and the insane doings of that man with the same horror and the same astonishment.

Man knows so little about his fellows. In his eyes all men or women act upon what he believes would motivate him if he were mad enough to do what the other man or woman is doing.