Michael De Luca Quotes

Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.

I think, therefore I am ... not here.

What I mean is, I don't know what I mean.

As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.

I tell myself that I know you, and then when I think about it, I realize that I don't.

I can't even make a leap of faith to believe in my own existence.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

I was wondering myself where I am going. So I would answer you by saying, first, that I am trying, precisely, to put myself at a point so that I do not know any longer where I am going.

All things will be ambiguous, for this is the curse of wisdom.

I stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?

You are dead- what am I speaking to?

The more I see, the less I know.

Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other one was the left, but he never could remember how to begin.

But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.

I'm not sure I know what "normal" is.

God! Whose hand was I holding?

This can't be true but I remember it.

A sage steers by the bright light of confusion and doubt.

Whatever you might say the object "is", well it is not.

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.

The more I know, the less I understand