Jim Woodring Quotes

Whenever someone asks me about fantasy versus realism, I'm like, "I don't know, guys. Did we not all just descend into some underworld, watch strangers from our past kaleidoscope through us according to some pattern that is both illogical and has its own strange melting truth, and then wake up and have a Pop-Tart?" Why are we talking about fantasy and reality like they're opposed?

If you scrutinize reality closely enough, if in some way you really, really get to it, it becomes fantastic.

Things seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality.

How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?

It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.

LSD was an incredible experience. Not that I’m recommending it for anybody else; but for me it kind of – it hammered home to me that reality was not a fixed thing. That the reality that we saw about us every day was one reality, and a valid one – but that there were others, different perspectives where different things have meaning that were just as valid. That had a profound effect on me.

Consensual reality is both fragile and elastic, and it heals like the skin of a bubble.

If you go to Paris you know more about reality than people who don't. If you smoke DMT you know more about reality than people who don't.

Reality is what we want it to be or what we do not want it to be, but it is not our wanting or our not wanting that makes it so.

You have to use fantasy to show different sides to reality. That's how it can bend.

Surrealism to me is reality. Psychedelic vision is reality to me and always was.

Dreams feel real while we're in them. It's only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.

No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world.

Reality is a question of perspective.

Or -- and this she knew was a far more accurate way of looking at it -- the book was true and reality was lying.

The realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn,—not the material of my every-day existence--but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself.

I don't mistrust reality, of which I know next to nothing. I mistrust the picture of reality conveyed to us by our senses, which is imperfect and circumscribed.

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

Who’s to say that it takes something like a drug to mess with your perception of reality? How did Hitler deceive a nation? How can one group of people look at the world and see one thing, and another see something completely different? One sees a town, another sees a desert. One sees beauty, another sees chaos.” The skin of this world,” he said quietly.

Art exists because reality is neither real nor significant.

[D]oes the real world have any more substance than visions and hallucinations when we're having them? At any given moment, what's happening in our minds is all and everything that happens.

Well, so it must be, for as man saw reality, so it became.

What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?

Reality is fabricated out of desire.

Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.