Quotes About Hallucination

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William Golding
“Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?”
William Golding, Lord of the Flies

Haruki Murakami
“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one's own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it's way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.”
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

Julia Quinn
“And then, well . . . He might have slept for a bit. He rather hoped he was sleeping, because he was quite certain he’d seen a six-foot rabbit hopping through his bedchamber, and if that wasn’t a dream, they were all in very big trouble.

Although really, it wasn’t the rabbit that was so dangerous as much as the giant carrot he was swinging about like a mace.

That carrot would feed an entire village.”
Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

William Hazlitt
“The world loves to be amused by hollow professions, to be deceived by flattering appearances, to live in a state of hallucination; and can forgive everything but the plain, downright, simple, honest truth.”
William Hazlitt

Terence McKenna
“A hallucination is a species of reality, as capable of teaching you as a videotape about Kilimanjaro or anything else that falls through your life.”
Terence McKenna

Susanna Clarke
“Some time later there was a knock at his door. He was surprised to find it was now evening and the room was quite dark. The knock sounded again. The landlord was at the door. The landlord began to talk, but Strange could not understand him. This was because the man had a pineapple in his mouth. How he had managed to cram the whole thing in there, Strange could not imagine. Green, spiky leaves emerged slowly out of his mouth and then were sucked back in again as he spoke. Strange wondered if perhaps he ought to go and fetch a knife or a hook and try and fish the pineapple out, in case the landlord should choke. But at the same time he did not care much about it. 'After all,' he thought with some irritation, 'it is his own fault. He put it there.”
Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

A.B. Shepherd
“I no longer knew what was real and what wasn’t. The lines between reality and delusion had become so blurred.”
A.B. Shepherd, The Beacon

Rebecca McNutt
“Mandy would much rather have imaginary friends who were real than real friends who were imaginary.”
Rebecca McNutt, Smog City

Thomas Pynchon
“I am having a hallucination now, I don't need drugs for that.”
Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

Patrick Ness
“I weigh more than a mountain but less than a feather.”
Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go

Charles Stross
“One ape's hallucination is another ape's religious experience - it just depends on which one’s god module is overactive at the time.”
Charles Stross, Accelerando

Samuel R. Delany
“But the strange thing, the thing that you can never explain to anyone, except another nut, or, if you're lucky, a doctor who has an unusual amount of sense-stranger than the hallucinations, or the voices, or the anxiety-is the way you begin to experience the edges of the mind itself... in a way other people just can't.”
Samuel R. Delany

Terence McKenna
“A hallucination is to be in the presence of that which previously could not be imagined, and if it previously could not be imagined then there is no grounds for believing that you generated it out of yourself.”
Terence McKenna

Denis Johnson
“It was raining. Gigantic ferns leaned over us. The forest drifted down a hill. I could hear a creek rushing down among rocks. And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you.”
Denis Johnson, Jesus' Son

A.B. Shepherd
“Maybe when I’d wrecked I had hit my head. Could that be it? Did I have a brain injury? Was I hallucinating? I didn’t believe that.”
A.B. Shepherd, The Beacon

Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“I, for example, quiet plainly and simply insist upon annihilation for myself. “No,” they say, “you must go on living, for without you there would be nothing. If everything on earth were reasonable, nothing would ever happen. Without you there would be no events, and it is necessary that there should be events.” Well, and so on I drudge with unwilling heart so that there be events, and bring about unreason by command. People think toute cette comedie is something serious, all there unquestionable intelligence notwithstanding. There lies there tragedy. Well, and they suffer, of course, but … al the same they live, they live in reality, not in fantasy; for suffering is also life. Without suffering what pleasure would there be in it? Everything would turn into one single, endless church service: much holy soaring, but rather boring. Well, and I? I suffer, but even so I do not live. I am the “x” in an indeterminate equation. I am one of life’s ghosts, who has lost all the ends and the beginnings, and even at last forgotten what to call myself. You are laughing . . . No, you are not laughing, you are angry again. You are eternally angry, you would like there to be nothing but intelligence, but I will tell you again that I would renounce all this empyrean existence, all these honours and ranks just in order to be able to take fleshy form in the person of a seven-pood merchant’s wife and set up candles to God in church.

‘So, you don’t believe in God either?’ Ivan said, smiling with hatred.

‘Well, how can I explain it to you, if you are serious, that is . . . ‘

‘Does God exist or not?’ Ivan barked, again with ferocious insistence.

‘Ah, so you are serious? My dear little dove, I swear to God I do not know, pour vous dire le grand mot.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Fred Kaplan
“He had entered another imaginative world, one connected to the beginning of his life as a writer, to the Napoleonic world that had been a lifelong metaphor for the power of art, for the empire of his own creation He began to dictate notes for a new novel, "fragments of the book he imagines himself to be writing." As if he were now writing a novel of which his own altered consciousness was the dramatic center, he dictated a vision of himself as Napoleon and his own family as the Imperial Bonapartes....William and Alice he grasped with his regent hand, addressing his 'dear and most esteemed brother and sister.' To them, to whom he had granted countries, he now gave the responsibility of supervising the detailed plans he had created for 'the decoration of certain apartments, here of the Louvre and Tuileries, which you will find addressed in detail to artists and workment who take them in hand.' He was himself the 'imperial eagle.'

Taking down the dictation, Theodora [his secretary] felt it to be almost more than she could bear. 'It is a heart-breaking thing to do, though, there is the extraordinary fact that his mind does retain the power to frame perfectly characteristic sentences.”
Fred Kaplan, Henry James: The Imagination of Genius, A Biography

John Thomas Allen
“A poet has to be a bit childlike at heart, and in that sense all the romantic stereotypes about poets being "eternal children", etc, are all accurate. They believe, whatever they may say, that art and words can change the world.”
John Thomas Allen

Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“Note for a moment do I take you for a truth that is real,' Ivan exclaimed in what even amounted to fury. 'You are a falsehood, you are my illness, you are a ghost. Only I do not know how to destroy you, and perceive that for a certain time I must suffer you. You are a hallucination I am having. You are the embodiment of myself, but only of one side of me ... of my thoughts and emotions, though only those that are most loathsome and stupid. In that regard you might even be of interest to me, if only I had time to throw away on you ...”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Jay  Nichols
“On a nightstand in a teenager’s room, a glass vase filled with violets leans precariously against a wall. The only thing saving the vase from a thousand-piece death on the hardwood floor is the groove in the nightstand’s surface that catches the bottom of vase, and of course the wall itself. The violets, nearly a week old, droop in the light of a waning gibbous moon. Wrinkled petals are already piling up on the floor between the nightstand and the wall, and a girl only six days sixteen stares at the dying bouquet from her bed.”
Jay Nichols, Emily Smiles for April

“Some people brag about standing for something so hard and so much, that they do not realize that they are actually sitting.”
Justin K. McFarlane Beau

Teju Cole
“There was some kind of scuffle two hundred yards down the street, again strangely noiseless, and a huddled knot of men opened up to reveal two brawlers being separated and pulled away from their fight. What I saw next gave me a fright: in the farther distance, beyond the listless crowd, the body of a lynched man dangling from a tree. The body was slender, dressed from head to toe in black, reflecting no light. It soon resolved itself, however, into a less ominous thing: dark canvas sheeting on a construction scaffold, twirling in the wind.”
Teju Cole, Open City

Jean Lorrain
“At this point, the sequence of my memories is disrupted.

I sank into a chaos of brief, incoherent and bizarre hallucinations, in which the grotesque and the horrible kept close company. Prostrate, as if I were being garrotted by invisible cords, I floundered in anguish and dread, oppressively ridden by the most unbridled nightmares. A whole series of monsters and avatars swarmed in the shadows, coming to life amid draughts of sulphur and phosphorus like an animated fresco painted on the moving wall of sleep.

There followed a turbulent race through space. I soared, grasped by the hair by an invisible hand of will: an icy and powerful hand, in which I felt the hardness of precious stones, and which I sensed to be the hand of Ethal. Dizziness was piled upon dizziness in that flight to the abyss, under skies the colour of camphor and salt, skies whose nocturnal brilliance had a terrible limpidity. I was spun around and around, in bewildering confusion, above deserts and rivers. Great expanses of sand stretched into the distance, mottled here and there by monumental shadows. At times we would pass over cities: sleeping cities with obelisks and cupolas shining milk-white in the moonlight, between metallic palm-trees. In the extreme distance, amid bamboos and flowering mangroves, luminous millennial pagodas descended towards the water on stepped terraces.”
Jean Lorrain, Monsieur De Phocas

John Thomas Allen
“The geisha floated by in a break neck posture, her head rotating with a voluble of "Vrrrr", a vacuum buzz. I remained puzzled as to who, incidentally, she might be, and why a china doll had the bulbous, greasy scales of a crocodile. Each time she passed her the slurping, granite impasse of her dragging grew more sickening. Plus, the small tinfoil hexagons of her scales weren't even consistently shaped. They were tricks, shedding rorschach puzzles darkening in a slow hiss on me, the somnamubulist. Her midsection was a series of hypnagogic laces with a mini hand fan that stuck together in ripples of cryogenic moths littered with pond water spots, tracing letters dribbling gold filigree. She became hypnotic. I had the sort of fixation one has..as with a slowly exposing set of glass teeth bearing your high school locker kneaded in ink stained kneads of white larvae . I pulled my eyelashes till they were bits of licorice and my eyes went belly up in my head. The organ's numerology shone in the felt cobalt Chinoiseries I had been gluing to my ceiling most of this week. Wednesdays were the worst; I had to leave her in the freezer.
"You've done your job," I whispered, already aware that she was gone."
from "Aquaponics"

(for Yasunari Kawabata)”
John Thomas Allen, Lumière

“Although she had never tasted wine, it looked extremely refreshing;
just what she needed to quench her thirst. And she hear his voice call out to her “come on Terry Jo! We're
leaving now!“
Occasionally, a wave splashing into her face brought her into semi-consciousness. She was so numb now from shock, she felt even less fear. The confined world the raft and the water was beginning to become her way of life. The previous world of the Bluebelle, her family, and her home was becoming strangely distant and incomprehensible.”
Richard D. Logan

Beth Revis
“I wish you were here,” I say, shutting my eyes and remembering the way Dad looked in my hallucination.
I hear his voice again, so real that I’m worried I’m about to fall into another hallucination. Maybe that’s what I really want. If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?”
Beth Revis, The Body Electric

Stanisław Lem
“A real tank now costs about a million dollars, while a hallucinated one amounts to less than one-hundredth of a cent per person, or centispecter per spectator. A destroyer costs a dime. Today you could fit the whole arsenal of the United States inside a single truck.”
Stanisław Lem, The Futurological Congress: From the Memoirs of Ijon Tichy

“Everyone does the adjustment to counteract the effects of an inflation, but the only difference is that the BUSINESSMEN do it by hiking their product and/or services prices to stay within their profit level whereas the majority of the SALARIED-CLASS PEOPLE do it by reducing their expenses to stay within their income level; so the inflation largely affects the latter than the former group of people.”
Anuj Somany

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