He's asleep in the harbor, disguised as dog shit.

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.

Why then should witless man so much misjudge That nothing is but that which he hath seen?

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

People try to help, but all they have to work with is their theory of you. In the end they're talking to themselves.

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.

Perhaps art is an eye problem…

Our contradictions are never so to ourselves.

Increasingly now, week by week, the normal, unconscious feedback of proprioception was being replaced by an equally unconscious feedback by vision, by visual automatism and reflexes increasingly...

Whatever good things you've heard about me probably aren't true. Whatever bad things you've heard are probably just the tip of the iceberg, I said.

Reason is always apparent to a discerning eye. But luck? It's invisible, erratic, angelic.

In the dim light of Twinkle's glow, their skin colors lost in a common gray, they seemed alike, brethren come from the same mold. Entreri approved of that perception, but Drizzt surely did not.

By the grace of this forgetting, we temporarily shelve our inherited ways of looking and see things as if for the first time

Many people would have to hang by their teeth from a frayed cord suspended by a paper clip from a leaking hot air balloon over the Grand Canyon in order to feel what I feel standing on the third step...

After I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintances. I may be an orange peel.

My big trouble is, I always sort of think whoever I'm necking is a pretty intelligent person. It hasn't got a goddam thing to do with it, but I keep thinking it anyway.

Why is it that we understand playing the cello will require work, but we attribute writing to the magic of inspiration?

Happens to me all the time... People are always underestimating my dumbness.

I thought that if you have to play wrong to realize, then it's better if you never realize. Do you see, that's just how I am.

All its dimensions with their projected geometries are those of an unrealisable dream.

I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on...

He had imagined Scotland as being a soft place, all gentle heathery hills, but here on the north coast everything seemed sharp and jutting, even the grey clouds that scudded across the pale blue sky....

Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?

A long fall. Dinah had ceased to even think in terms of up and down. The concept of falling had become meaningless to her.

you used to do that. If you hid your face, you thought we couldn't see you just because you couldn't see us.

A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers. Everyone takes what he wants or can from it and thus changes it to his...

Yah-da, yah-da, yah-da, yah-da, yah, carburetor, gear ratio, compression, yah-da-yah, piston, plugs, intake, yah-da-yah, on and on and on. That is the romantic face of the classic mode. Dull, awkward...