Samantha Shannon Quotes

The world is a lie...not you and me.

We're all living in some state of illusion, even if modestly.

If nothing is the way it seems, then this life is just a haunted dream.

When I turn the lights out, when I close my eyes, reality overcomes me, I'm living a lie.

Illusion is no longer possible, because the real is no longer possible.

Is not this whole world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.

I'm not completely sure we aren't all living in a hallucination now.

Through clever and constant application of propaganda, people can be made to see paradise as hell, and also the other way round, to consider the most wretched sort of life as paradise.

The difference between reality and unreality is that reality has so little to recommend it.

The world we live in is vastly different from the world we think we live in.

This industry is very make-believe and you caught in a false sense of what reality is.

It seems important to find ways of reminding ourselves that most 'familiarity' is meditated and delusive.

There are only two types of people in the world. There are the people who understand that this is a matrix, and then there are the people who buy it lock, stock and barrel.

Reason is the illusion of reality

We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye.

The first man to see an illusion by which men have flourished for centuries surely stands in a lonely place.

Everything is an illusion; that is the whole thing about it - illusion, immitation, a mirage. It makes me too sad. Its having like a good dream, you know you are going to wake up.

Society? Can we trust us? Doubt it. We're probably not even real, as was revealed in the popular documentary The Matrix. That bloke next door? Made of pixels. Your co-workers? Pixels. You? One pixel. One measly pixel. You haven't even got shoes, for Christ's sake.

Perception was easily accomplished, required little effort, and it never had to stand the test of reality.

No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.

Only fools imagine they are already awake. How clearly they understand everything! How easily they distinguish this deception from that reality!

I am the Mindfreak, there's no Reality! Just this World of Illusion that keeps on haunting me.

Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.

Everything is an illusion.

I suppose therefore that all things I see are illusions; I believe that nothing has ever existed of everything my lying memory tells me. I think I have no senses. I believe that body, shape, extension, motion, location are functions. What is there then that can be taken as true? Perhaps only this one thing, that nothing at all is certain.