Quotes About Illusion

How is a juggler you can't hear or see or smell or touch different to no juggler at all?

Tom Stoppard's other work includes: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Jumpers, Travesties, Night and Day, After Magritte, The Real Thing, Enter A Free Man, Hapgood, Arcadia, Indian Ink (a stage adaptation of his own play, In the Native State) and The Invention of Love. Arcadia

Világéletedben olyan közel éltél az igazsághoz, hogy tartósan elhomályosította a látótered, és ha valami történetesen fókuszba pöcköli, már a groteszkség csapdájába esik.

After Magritte often serves as a companion piece to The Real Inspector Hound, which I think is appropriate in at least one way: neither play is about anything grander than itself. A

We live amidst absurdity, so close to it that it escapes our notice.

I dream a dream that dreams back at me

You looking good. Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.

It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves.

But stars can explode, disappear. Besides, what we see when we look at them may no longer be there. Some could have died thousands of years ago and we're just now getting their light. Old information looking like news.

my sex life became sort of like Diet Coke—deceptively sweet minus nutrition.

And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life.

It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too.

And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of an old idea the Revelation and the Word

For a long time now he knew that anything could appear to b something else, and probably was.

If whiteness is an illusion, on what else can a poor man without prospects pride himself?

You looking good." "Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.

They believe they know before the music does what their hands, their feet are to do, but that illusion is the music's secret drive: the control it tricks them into believing is theirs; the anticipation it anticipates.

I like the way the City makes people think they can do what they want and get away with it.

You looking good. Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad. He looked at her and the word bad took on another meaning.

A blessing she was reckless enough to take for granted, lean on, as though Sweet Home was one... A bigger fool never lived.

Sorrow in discovering that the pyramid was not a five-thousand-year wonder of the civilized world, mysteriously and permanently constructed by generation after generation of hardy men who had died in order to perfect it, but that it had been made in the back room at Sears, by a clever window dresser, of papier-mâché, guaranteed to last for a mere lifetime.

The light, therefore, was always misleading.

But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.

Janie had robbed him of his illusion of irresistible maleness that all men cherish, which was terrible. The thing that Saul's daughter had done to David. But Janie had done worse...