Quotes About Awareness

Yes, observing is one of my biggest assets," he said, "I always observe.

Evil is relatively rare; ignorance is epidemic.

If your world does not include enough access to different people, and their world does not include enough access to you, you are speaking from ignorance.

Race is there. You're tire of hearing about it? Imagine how fucking exhausting it is living it.

Hearing] was distinct from listening, which could only be achieved when hearing was combined with giving a shit.

The best defense against bullshit is vigilance. So if you smell something, say something.

Normalno?? to pierwszy symptom ?miertelnej choroby.

Os carros são como as pessoas. Movemo-nos em círculos todos os dias, corremos daqui para ali, passamos a centímetros uns dos outros, mas há muito pouco contacto real. Tantos desencontros. Tantos «podia ter sido». É assustador, quando pensamos nisso. Provavelmente, o melhor é não pensar.

Don't you know what a pussy is, sir?' 'Of course he doesn't. He hasn't even seen Basic Instinct.

could have been chloral," Steve said. "Chloral hydrate. The stuff they use when they want to give somebody a mickey.

A lot of people don't realize depression is an illness. I don't wish it on anyone, but if they would know how it feels, I swear they would think twice before they just shrug it.

Lord, stamp eternity on my eyeballs.

Stupidity mistook itself for intelligence, whereas intelligence knew its own stupidity.

Elective ignorance was a great survival skill, perhaps the greatest.

And when the event, the big change in your life, is simply an insight-- isn't that a strange thing? That absolutely nothing changes except that you see things differently and you're less fearful and less anxious and generally stronger as a result: isn't it amazing that a completely invisible thing in your head can feel realer than anything you've experienced before?

Nothing got inside the head without becoming pictures.

Being dead's only a problem if you know you're dead, which you never do because you're dead!

there are few things harder to imagine than other people's conversations about yourself.

You see more sitting still than chasing after.

He watched a catbird hopping around in an azalea that was readying itself to bloom; he envied the bird for knowing nothing of what he knew; he would have swapped souls with it in a heartbeat. And then to take wing, to know the air's buoyancy even for an hour: the trad was a no-brainer, and the catbird, with its lively indifference to him, its sureness of physical selfhood, seemed well aware of how preferable it was to be the bird.

How well aware the body was of what it wanted. How quickly it gleaned the news it could use.

Perhaps the soul was one of those tools built to do exactly one specific task, to know that I am I, and was mutable with respect to all other forms of knowledge?

When I see an actress or actor drag deeply in a movie, I imagine the pyrenes and phenols ravaging the tender epithelial cells and hardworking cilia of their bronchi, the monoxide and cyanide binding to their hemoglobin, the heaving and straining of their chemically panicked hearts.

Para mí, el azul mediterráneo ya no es bonito. La transparencia de sus aguas, tan valorada por los veraneantes, es la misma que la de una piscina estéril. En sus playas hay pocos olores y pocas aves, y sus profundidades van camino de vaciarse; gran parte del pescado que ahora se consume en Europa procede ilegalmente, sin que nadie indague mucho, del océano del oeste de África. Miro el azul y no veo un mar, sino una postal, fina como un papel.