Quotes About Illusion

Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs.

Reality is a crutch for people who can't cope with drugs.

We have, what, 66,000-odd guests here today? And not one of them retains even an infant's sense of self-preservation. They checked their fight-or-flight instincts at the door. That's what they're paying for. They see a fire, hear an explosion, feel their roller coaster begin to shear off its track—what are they gonna do? Laugh all the harder. Because they think it's part of the act. That makes every last one of them a sitting duck.

hunting down those moments that unintentionally tip the reader out of the dream.

He remained blind, however when it came to his wife's fitness. This was not because of poor eyesight, but despite it. He saw his dearest, loveliest Elizabeth as he beheld her decades before--- fetching and vigorous.

They hung, like mirages, shimmering in the future, and the closer you got to them the more you expected them to disappear. When his mother had gone over to work in the States for the first time and his father was supposed to have been making a special effort, Mr. Schock had still managed to turn up at Sports Day after Peter's big race. There was always another meeting, another client, another urgent matter demanding his attention.

I always looked for a man to rescue me and bring me happiness. I bought into that myth, of course, and looked for my own Prince Charming.

Control is just an illusion.

What We Want What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names -- now they want us. But what we want appears in dreams, wearing disguises. We fall past, holding out our arms and in the morning our arms ache. We don't remember the dream, but the dream remembers us. It is there all day as an animal is there under the table, as the stars are there.

To be the other woman is to be a season that is always about to end, when the air is flowered with jasmine and peach, and the weather day after day is flawless, and the forecast is hurricane.

Perhaps the apparent favor of the universe is no more than the crocodile grin of a Doberman breathing hard and about to be hungry?

Anybody looking for true love has never had it.

Freedom is an illusion. But, liberty from manumission is attainable.

The natural order of things is artificial.

A long time ago a bunch of people reached a general consensus as to what's real and what's not and most of us have been going along with it ever since.

You just have to pay attention. If you don't, you'll miss them, or see something else--something you expected to see rather than what was really there. Faerie voices become just the wind, a bodach ... scurrying across the street becomes just a piece of litter caught in the backwash of a bus.

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.

I am vain, or once was, and one of my vanities was to feign that I was not.

The Web, the great time-killer that had replaced conspicuously passive television with its seductive illusion of productivity.

There's no more doomed a struggle than a battle with the imaginary.

A well-constructed lie is assembled largely from the alphabet blocks of fact, which will as easily make a pyramid as a platform.

It's as if your money, by conceit inexhaustible, isn't real, so your generosity isn't real, either.

Of course for professional traders on the stock exchange, money had always been imaginary - just as notional, just as easy come and easy go, as the points in a video game. Wage earners like Willing's mother thought money was real. Because the work was real, and the time was real, it seemed inconceivable that what the work and the time had converted into would be gossamer.

Envuelta en papel celofán, la buena vida era un regalo envenenado.