Quotes About Awareness

Situational awareness.

Observe, orient, decide, act.

He feels it as a single indescribable shape, something brailled out for him against a ground or backdrop of he knows not what, and it hurts him, in the poet's phrase, like the world hurts God.

I have often raised an eyebrow at hearing him sing, as I push a cart down some Safeway aisle, of the spiritual complexities induced by he admixture of Cuervo Gold, cocaine, and nineteen-year-old girls (in the hands of a man of, shall we say, a certain age). At which point I look around Frozen Foods and wonder: Is anyone else hearing this?

Beyond ego, beyond personality, beyond awareness, he moved, Kuang moving with him, evading his attackers with an ancient dance, Hideo's dance, grace of the mind-body interface granted him, in that second, by the clarity and singleness of his wish to die.

You feel like you have emotions, to me. Where's the line between modeling them and having them, though? But I know I can't just make them go away.

Something stilled the part of him that knitted narrative, that grew the underbrush of lies in which he lived.

Okay, she said. What are the nodal points? Laney looked at the bubbles on the surface of his beer. It's like seeing things in clouds, Laney said. Except the things you see are really there.

As they worked, Case gradually became aware of the music that pulsed constantly through the cluster. It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalised pop; it was worship, Molly said, and a sense of community.

He disliked the narrative aspects of history, particularly that part of it. People were so boringly deformed by it, like Ash, or else, like Lev, scarcely aware of it.

It always makes me uncomfortable," Netherton said, "to see them learn they're in a stub. And then they all immediately assume we're from their future.

Netherton said nothing, something he'd only recently been learning to deliberately do.

All the while aware of his addiction, awakened by the flood of stress chemicals, urgently advising him that something to take the edge off would be a very good idea indeed. It was, some newer part of him thought, amazed, like having a Nazi tank buried in your back yard. Grown over with grass and dandelions, but then you noticed its engine was still idling.

Beyond ego, beyond personality, beyond awareness, he moved ... grace of the mind-body interface granted him, in that second, by the clarity and singleness of his wish to die. And one step in that dance was the lightest touch on the switch, barely enough to flip- -now and his voice the cry of a bird unknown, she answered in song, three notes, high and pure. A true name.

So now, in her day, he said, they were headed into androgenic, systemic, multiplex, seriously bad shit, like she sort of already knew, figured everybody did, except for people who still said it wasn't happening, and those people were mostly expecting the Second Coming anyway.

Something that induced a dissociative state. It was difficult to complain about a dissociative state.

She was sometimes happy, in the sense of being somehow complete, and ready for what another day might bring. And knows she is no longer that, and that while she was, she scarcely knew it.

If there were such a being," she said, "you'd be a part of it, wouldn't you?" "Yes." "Would you know?" "Not necessarily." "Do you know?" "No." "Do you rule out the possibility?" "No.

How's that different from being paranoid?" "Same. Except not crazy.

She realized then that she was screaming. Not words or anything, just screaming.

What I mean is... maybe it's only us...

At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn't you?' said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. 'You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are?

If only one had time to think!