Quotes About Illusion

Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

What if reality is nothing but some disease?

Tyler lies back and asks, If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing? I say, goodnight. The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling and Tyler says, Clawing at the lid of her coffin.

You can spend your whole life building a wall of facts between you and anything real.

Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after that Tyler's pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die.

Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

We live and we die and anything else is just a delusion.

How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.

some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.

Did you ever think about life as a metaphor for television?

Ask yourself: What did I eat for breakfast today? What did I eat for dinner last night? You see how fast reality fades away?

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War, No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

We see what we want. We see how we want. We only see ourselves.

Like the he-man movie stars who turn out to be queer . . . or the silent-film actors whose voices sound terrible recorded--the audience only wants a limited amount of honesty. [ellipses original]

Ev­ery­thing you re­mem­ber is wrong.

A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.

Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's busy holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed.

The same as real life, there is no happily ever after.

Ig­nore how it feels when the on­ly re­al tal­ent you have is for hid­ing the truth.

Brandy is so attractive you could chop her head off and put it on blue velvet in the window at Tiffany's and somebody would buy it for a million dollars.

Give me romance. Flash. Give me denial.