Quotes About Illusion

Give me release. I'm tired of this world of appearances. Pigs that only look fat. Families that look happy. Give me deliverance. From what only looks like generosity. What only looks like love. Flash.

Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

She could see it so clear. She could picture every room, inside every house. And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

The career of a movie star consists of helping everyone else forget their troubles. Using charm and beauty and good cheer to make life look easy.

You get a glass tank, put it where the TV used to be, and all you get is a lizard—something so stupid that every time the maid moves a rock the lizard thinks it's been relocated miles away.

This is better than real life.

We live and we die and anything else is just delusion. it's just passive chick bullshit about feelings and sensitivity. Just made-up subjective emotional crap. There is no soul. There is no God. There's just decisions and disease and death.

And I say no. The problem is the light, the dim light down here. Cupped in the palm of my hand, the cyanide and the wood pill, I can't tell which is which. What's sex and what's death—I can't tell the difference. I ask which one to give her. And Mr. Bacardi leans in to look, both of us breathing hot, damp air into my open hand.

Ev­ery­thing they be­lieved in turned out to be wrong.

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Every stupid thing in the world, decaffeinated coffee, alcohol free beer, makes perfect sense, not because you're any smarter, but because the smart part of your brain's on vacation.

You get everybody telling the same lie and it ain't a lie, not no more.

nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn't pretty and perfect. You can't put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.

She set them up on a date with their subconscious because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

With all of the seats empty, you could pretend everyone's just gone to the bathroom.

The lye clinging in the exact shape of Tyler's kiss is a bonfire or a branding iron or an atomic pile meltdown on my hand at the end of a long, long road I picture miles away from me. Tyler tells me to come back and be with him. My hand is leaving, tiny and on the horizon at the end of the road.

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world," the space monkey tells the mirror. I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

All of these stars, the most powerful actors in film, they were all gone in an instant.

And the kid is stupid enough to think a picture or a sculpture or a story could somehow replace anybody you love.

With the elevator stopped between floors, my view is about a cockroach above the green linoleum, and from here at cockroach level the green corridor stretches toward the vanishing point, past half-open doors where titans and their gigantic wives drink barrels of champagne and bellow to each other wearing diamonds bigger than I feel.

This is the deluded little rube who really thought the future would be any better. If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right and your life would amount to something.