Cass McCombs Quotes

Nobody knows what another person is thinking. They may imagine they do, but they are nearly always wrong.

You'll never know what's happening inside the heads of other people.

Not that that mystical stuff's necessarily true: The only thing that's capital-T true is that you get to decide how you're going to try to see it.

I'm not a slave to objectivity. I'm never quite sure what it means. And it means different things to different people.

All writing is presumption, of course, since no one knows what it is like to be another human being.

Every question is a hypothetical question for everyone but the person who asks it.

When you write, you take the ball and you hold it up to the light and you turn it slowly, and let people draw their own conclusions. And try to bring empathy to all sides of the equation.

You're really looking for the truth of what the piece is about. And that's going to be different for different people.

You don't know what people are looking for. What you know is what you feel like might be missing. It's up to the people to agree with you or disagree with you, and you'll know in their reaction.

Facts matter not at all. Perception is everything. It's certainty.

Everything is mere opinion.

Photographs are interpretations of reality; as such, it is entirely subjective. Most photos are taken with an agenda, to sell something or to make a subject look better than it really is. Think of family snapshots - everyone is smiling and happy.

What happens is fact, not truth. Truth is what we think about what happens.

The world is how we see the world. Some people see the world good, the other people see the world bad. Every person has an idea of the world with a subjective [viewpoint].

I never believe I'm presenting objective reality; I also don't want to delude people into thinking that my subject is talking directly to them.

Look at other people and ask yourself if you are really seeing them or just your thoughts about them.... Without knowing it, we are coloring everything, putting our spin on it all.

From what I could see, the hardwood was just fine. Then again, I'd just see a windmill and an open sky, too, never feeling the need to conquer either. You think it's all obvious and straightforward, this world. But really, it's all in who is doing the looking.

I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower, you hung all your associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see—and I don't.

The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn't that make life a story?

I'm trying to get more into other things, where reality is nothing but each individual's way of thinking.

Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.

You can never guess or assume what anyone is going to think.

There are many levels of truth.

The older you get, the more you are aware that everybody has a certain way of seeing things, which they have to honour.

It's presumptuous to say you know how somebody feels.