Yann Martel Quotes

We don't live in the world of reality, we live in the world of how we perceive reality.

Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.

Reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.

We all look at the same object in different ways.

Reality is mind-made.

We each create our world by what we choose to notice, creating a world of distinction that makes sense to us. We then 'see' the world through the self we have created.

There's a very fine line between one person's reality and another person's fantasy.

The relationship between the imagined and the real is more complicated than people imagine.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

You live in the image you have of the world. Every one of us lives in a different world, with different space and different time.

Obviously the facts are never just coming at you but are incorporated by an imagination that is formed by your previous experience. Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your imaginings of the facts.

The only reality of the theater exists in the mind of the audience.

All experience is subjective.

I'm not interested in observed reality.

You and I do not see things as they are. We see things as we are.

Size is not a reality, but a construct of the mind; and space a construct to contain constructs.

The world you perceive is a drastically simplified model of the real world.

It is not important whether or not the interpretation is correct-- if men define situations as real, they are real in their consequences.

Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.

People like things that make sense to them; your perspective is your reality.

We think we receive all that we perceive, but in fact, we actually give the sky its colour.

Perception is reality. People take what they want to from things.

The prism through which you experience life is so unique. There is no objective experience.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

The difference is as great between The optics seeing as the objects seen. All manners take a tincture from our own; Or come discolor'd through out passions shown; Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies, Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.