#reality

"I'm one of my sensations."

"But do we know how to make love stay?'I can't even think about it. The best I can do is play it day by day."

"In order to be a teacher you've got to be a student first"

"if something is there, you can only see it with your eyes open, but if it isn't there, you can see it just as well with your eyes closed. That's why imaginary things are often easier to see than real ones."

"For me, writing is immortality. It is wisdom. It is never-ending."

"We co-create our reality with others in unseen ways."

"Reality is a perceptual illusion we have accepted as truth."

"Reality continues to ruin my life."

"Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone."

"How was I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not? It feels like I’m the only one who doesn’t know the difference."

"Beyond the fiction of reality, there is the reality of the fiction."

"Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering."

"Art is not a study of positive reality, it is the seeking for ideal truth."

"My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism."

"What is important is not what you hear said, it's what you observe."

"This time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!"

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."

"The illusion is we are only physical."

"They're so broke that they've actually cut essential services. In many places, they've cut policemen, because, who the fuck needs them? Or firemen, son of a bitch, it's much more fun watching something burn down."

"It is hope--with regard to our careers, our love lives, our children, our politicians, and our planet--that is primarily to blame for angering and embittering us. The incompatibility between the grandeur of our aspirations and the mean reality of our condition generates the violent disappointments which rack our days and etch themselves in lines of acrimony across our faces."