Quotes About Illusion

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This is the big hammy way Brandy has played her whole life. The Brandy Alexander nonstop continuous live action theater, but less and less live by the moment.

Tyler lies back and asks, If Marilyn Monroe was 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.

We don't live in the real world anymore," she said. "We live in a world of symbols.

It's just a book. It's not supposed to happen.

AÄŸz?mdan ç?kan Tyler'?n sözleri. Halbuki melek gibi adamd?m ben.

So direct and misdirect your reader, but don't tell her the meaning of anything. Not until she gets it wrong in her head.

De repente, hasta la muerte y los que están muriendo bajan desfilando con flores de plástico como en el vídeo de algo que no ocurrió.

perchè la realtà non arriva mai dove può spingersi l'immaginazione. Nessuna donna è davvero bella come lo è nella tua testa. Niente è eccitante quanto la tua fantasia.

Somos los hijos medianos de la historia, educados por la televisión para creer que un día seremos millonarios y estrellas de cine y estrellas de rock, pero no es así.

Por favor, enséñenme una sola cosa en el mundo que sea lo que parece.

We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't.

Chuck Palahniuk

Bize inand?r?lan bu gerçek d??? dünyada ya??yoruz, hiçbir teste tabii tutulmad???m?z için neleri kurtarabileceÄŸimiz konusunda hiç bir fikrimiz yok

It wasn't only the boosted experiences that bothered Rant. It was dipshit kids done up as soldiers and princesses and witches. Eating cake flavored with artificial vanilla. Celebrating a harvest that didn't occur anymore. Fruit punch that came from a factory. A ritual to placate ghosts, or whatever bullshit Halloween does, practiced by people who had no awareness of that. What bothered Rant was the fake, bullshit nature of everything.

People like the illusion of choice. Gives them comfort in these strange times.

An epiphany was a useful revelation about the world around you; an apophany was a revelation, too, but wrong in that you had incorrectly discerned a pattern where none had existed, taking enlightenment from an untrue thing.

Apophenia, they called it. An epiphany was a useful revelation about the world around you; an apophany was a revelation, too, but wrong in that you had incorrectly discerned a pattern where none had existed, taking enlightenment from an untrue thing. It was the human way—seeing truth in the storm of darkness and noise. Faces in clouds, ghosts on video, Jesus on a piece of damn toast.

An epiphany was a useful revelation about the world around you; an apophany was a revelation, too, but wrong in that you had incorrectly discerned a pattern where none had existed, taking enlightenment from an untrue thing. It was the human way—seeing truth in the storm of darkness and noise. Faces in clouds, ghosts on video, Jesus on a piece of damn toast.

If you're being skewered by a unicorn, the secret is: tell the unicorn he doesn't exist. If you do that, he'll disappear in a puff of Lucky Charms cereal. That's true. That's fact. Same thing goes for writer's block.

I'm always looking for evidence to support my conjecture that celebrity in Hollywood is sort of like a Joel Peter Witkin photograph: It looks like a big lush banquet table filled with abundance and cornucopias, and then if you look at it closer you see that all the fruit is made of wax and that entree in the middle of the table is actually a dead baby.

There's a big luscious peach of a dream in L.A. The peach has been repeatedly exposed as overripe and tainted with wormholes... but it's still the only giant peach in town. Even if it's wet-brown and crawling with centipedes, everyone wants their bite.

even reflected glory can be intoxicating.

who having learnt the art of self-tormenting, are diligently and zealously employed in creating an imaginary world, which they can never inhabit, only to make the real world, with which they must necessarily be conversant, gloomy and insupportable.