Paul Virilio Quotes

Whatever was about, whoever I had seen, and heard rocking, and who had passed me by just now, whoever had opened the locked door was not 'real'. No. But what was 'real'? At that moment I began to doubt my own reality.

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?

To me Donnie Darko was about adolescence. And about how, as soon as you start to grow up and you sort of move out into the world, you realize everything is so trippy. That anything can be anything.

This girl: she bent reality around her like a lens bending light, she pleated it into so many flickering layers that you could never tell which one you were looking at, the longer you stared the dizzier you got.

I don’t know what it means to live.

There are moments in life when it is all turned inside out--what is real becomes unreal, what is unreal becomes tangible, and all your levelheaded efforts to keep a tight ontological control are rendered silly and indulgent.

The world is this incredibly blurry, crazy dream that I'm just sort of stumbling through.

We live in a bewildering world.

It's a very confusing era that we're in.

He longed to be lost but he couldn't bear not to be found.

To be honest everything goes over my head a bit.

And there are no stars and that you're never really sure who's doing what and what voice is what and, you know what I mean? It's supposed to be quite elusive.

Part of what confuses people in times of upheaval is that you're getting so many different points of view and directions and so and so, how to do this and do that. And a lot of it is written in a language that honestly most people cannot understand.

As a reporter you tend to seek coherence from your subject or your source - it all needs to add up and make sense. In truth, in reality, there's often a great deal of murkiness and muddiness, confusion and contradiction.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

People don't seem to want vision anymore, in large part because they sense that no one has a vision that can encompass a contradictory world.

I am genuinely a bit confused about the world, a little bit bumbling.

In my long experience, one thing I know is that truth is elusive.

It's a murky world out there, and it's hard to figure things out sometimes.

Basically, I really love work that puts the reader into a kind of vertigo, into a real doubt, and a beautiful way to convey that, a really perfect metaphor for that, is to make the reader also experience doubt.

The world comes to us in an endless stream of puzzle pieces that we would like to think all fit together somehow, but that in fact never do.

I think it’s just as likely that someone could say that this place, right here, is heaven, hell and earth all at the same time. And we still wouldn’t know what to do differently. Everyone just muddles through, trying not to make too many mistakes.

To be honest I don't really know because I really didn't care when I was writing about mixing up reality with what was not reality.

Confusion is not an ignoble condition

There are yawning gulfs into which large chunks of me have fallen. I do not always know where I am at present.