Quotes About Illusion

Lots of things are more than what they seem in a purely physical sense.

Everyone thinks magic is something different.

Hell's bells, Morty, I said. Next you'll be telling me that I didn't even meet his shade. That I deluded myself into deluding myself into deluding him into deluding me that I made the whole thing up.

your ability to comprehend your environment is very strongly defined by your belief in a number of illusions. Time. Truth. Love.

There is no spoon.

Three blind men were shown an elephant. They touched it with their hands to determine what the creature was. The first man felt the trunk, and claimed that an elephant was like a snake. The second man touched its leg and claimed that an elephant was like a tree. The third man touched its tail, and claimed that the elephant was like a slender rope.

Because nothing cuts through bullshit like a proper fireball.

Money is a madness, a delusion-illusion. It's not made of metal, really. It's made of time. How much is one's time worth? If one can convince enough people that one's time is an invaluable resource, then one has lots and lots of money.

I put the ic in Magic

a door standing open that shouldn't be; a shadow on the floor with no source to cast it; a cat purring and rubbing up against a favorite person—who isn't there.

You know what, Harry, I don't think this is a garden at all! Genius.

Money is a madness, a delusion-illusion. It's not made of metal, really. It's made of time. How much is one's time worth? If one can convince enough people that one's time is an invaluable resource, then one has lots and lots of money. That's why one can spend time—only one can never get a refund." "I

I had just been defeated by a literal hallucination built from denial and the most determined and pettily self-interested stupidity I had ever encountered.

For the first time ever, Mickey Mouse let me down.

As an English major I was familiar with the stories of dozens of writers trying to get their work done among the multifarious diversions of the world and the hurdles of their own vices. A professor had said that what saved writers is that they, like politicians, had the illusion of destiny that allowed them to overcome obstacles no matter how nominal their work.

another year has passed, or so they say, but calenders lie. They're a kind of cosmic business machine like their cousin clocks but break down at inappropriate times.

Much earlier in this century an Austrian journalist, Karl Kraus, pointed out that if you actually perceived the true reality behind the news you would run, screaming, into the streets. I have run screaming into the streets dozens of times but have always managed to return home in time for dinner-and usually an hour early so that I can help in the preparation.

I don't ask myself if I did what I set out to do. The calling was for a life and the junctures between one work and another were often not that explicit, the future only an abstraction we pull ourselves toward with, once again, the false geometry of days and nights, months and years, an illusion in the face of the continuum that makes up our lives.

In fancy Los Angeles hotel rooms there is always an uncomfortable number of mirrors that remind us why we are not movie stars.

Through art they confuse us and blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns our prison walls, keeps us silent and diverted and indifferent.

Love is a dream. Dreams are good, but do not be surprised if you wake up in tears.

The world's a T.V. and hang-ups are commercials.

Gimmicks? Here we go again. I'm tired of people sayin' we rely on gimmicks. What is this? The world is nothin' but a big gimmick isn't it? Wars, napalm bombs and all that. People being burned-up on TV...Yes, we do.

When reality looks too ugly, fantasize.