Joyce Cary Quotes

To be called one thing, is oftentimes to be another.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

I realize that nothing's as it seems.

What lies behind appearance is usually another appearance.

It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the 'fronts' people assume before one another's eyes, and the 'front' a writer puts on the face of reality.

Image is what people perceive my life to be. It's nothing like the truth.

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

Everything you see is not always real.

There's so many different types of illusions; our lives are an illusion in a sense.

Illusion throughout is illusion. There is no end to it, just as there is no end to imagination.

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.

Generally, a lot of the things people think are made up are real, a lot of the things people think are real are made up, a lot of the things people think are spontaneous are cleverly faked, and a lot of the things people think are fake are spontaneous.

Everything is illusory. You cannot label something and feel that that is the beginning, middle, and end of it.

Pictures can be pretty deceptive.

Life is a loom, weaving illusion.

The images of things are not the things in themselves.

I am not what you see and hear.

It's lies. It's all lies. Some of them are just prettier than others, that's all. People see what they think is there.

Illusion never changed into something real.

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

The map appears to us more real than the land.

Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.

It was a dance of masks and every mask was perfect because every mask was a real face and every face was a real mask so there was no mask and there was no face for there was but one dance in which there was but one mask but one true face which was the same and which was a thing without a name which changed and changed into itself over and over.

What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.