Dejan Stojanovic Quotes

We bring about a world in consciousness that is partly what is given, and partly what we bring, something that comes into being through this particular conjunction and no other. And the key to this is the kind of attention we pay to the world.

Perhaps looking out through big baby eyes - if we could - would not be as revelatory experience as many imagine. We might see a world inhabited by objects and people, a world infused with causation, agency, and morality - a world that would surprise us not by its freshness but by its familiarity.

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.

No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.

The world is out there, but descriptions of the world are not.

We can never be quite clear whether we are referring to the world as it is or to the world as we see it.

Life, he thought, is a blatant act of imagination.

Even when we look at nature, our imagination constructs the picture.

Truth is a matter of the imagination.

When you have spent an important part of your life playing Let's Pretend, it's often easy to see symbolism where none exists.

There are many levels of truth.

The word experience is like a shrapnel shell, and bursts into a thousand meanings.

The longer you look at an object, the more abstract it becomes, and, ironically, the more real.

The perception of the audience is the interesting part. If the audience doesn't hear what is going on, is it going on or not?

Life's all about perceptions.

The facts are always less than what really happened.

I dream, therefore I exist.

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

I think art is more glorious than life but not more real.

All experience is subjective.

What is truth? Truth doesn't really exist. Who is going to judge whether my experience of an incident is more valid than yours? No one can be trusted to be the judge of that.

Sometimes, surely, truth is closer to imagination or to intelligence, to love than to fact? To be accurate is not to be right.

That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.