Isn't reality based on the prevailing culture, the trend that people want to identify with?

A thousand truths can be assembled in such a way as to create a colossal lie.

Truth and facts are woven together. However, sometimes facts can blind you from seeing what is actually going on in someone's life.

How can such scary looking parents create something so cute?

And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.

You had to be there to see what it looked like. They live in a dream, and we live in a nightmare.

Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.

I didn't put you in a prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.

You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.

I always feel uncomfortable when people speak about ordinary mortals because I've never met an ordinary man, woman or child.

But just because he couldn't sense it didn't necessarily mean it wasn't there.

The less you see, the more you can imagine.

are more like Dog and Cat and Bird than like Lassie and Fido and Spot. Therefore

We appreciate beautiful things not for their utility only, but also for what they are in themselves - or more plausibly, for how they appear in themselves.

In making even horizontal and clear inspections we colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.

You're not a monster. You're a mirror.

Do you know the runes on your sword are nonsense?

Think of the person you love the most in the world. Do you really see them visually? Or don't you see on a much deeper level? It's lots easier to visualize people we don't know very well.

However, advertising is never lying; it is a matter of illumination.

She was the most confusing person he had ever met

Everything in New York is a photograph. All the things that are supposed to be dirty or rough or unrefined are the most beautiful things. Garbage cans at the ends of alleyways look like they've been...

When Isaiah was in his teens, he worked for Harry Haldeman and wondered even then how the man could stay in a state of perpetual indignation; his fierce dark eyes glaring through the Coke-bottle...

I don't really like driving in the snow. There's something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It's like tumbling into a field of...

It has occasionally been remarked upon that it is as easy to overlook something large and obvious as it is to overlook something small and niggling, and that the large things one overlooks often cause...

Ultimately,we hear things because we cannot see everything.

Remember that in our inability to see, the move of the prestidigitator becomes magic.

They were very much the same, each attempting to force his picture of reality upon me and neither giving a hoot in hell for how things looked to me.

I have tried, of course, to be faithful to the evidence. Yet evidence is not truth. It is only evident.

Our contradictions are never so to ourselves.