Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.
Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.
What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.
I go back to the reading room, where I sink down in the sofa and into the world of The Arabian Nights. Slowly, like a movie fadeout, the real world evaporates. I’m alone, inside the world of the story. My favourite feeling in the world.
This is no honky-tonk parade. 1Q84 is the real world, where a cut draws real blood, where pain is real pain and fear is real fear. The moon in the sky is no paper moon.
A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.
That’s how people live in the real world: forcing stuff on each other.
In real life things don’t go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news.
It’s just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.
The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn’t going to be veryuseful in the real world, that’s for sure.
When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real. That is my world, you could say.
What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that’s not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.
Perhaps most people in the world aren’t trying to be free, Kafka. They just think they are. It’s all an illusion. If they really were set free, most people would be in a real pickle. You’d better remember that. People actually prefer not being free?
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.
It’s the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.
All things in my novels are real for me. Some western critics said that Garcia Marquez’s novels are magic realism. However, I believe that Marquez must have experienced everything in his novels.
For the real winners, there are no finish lines.
You have to look life straight in the eye. De-mystify your world. Can you really afford to believe magic is for real? Not when time is concerned.
When you have a dream that you can’t let go of, trust your instincts and pursue it. But remember: Real dreams take work, They take patience, and sometimes they require you to dig down very deep. Be sure you’re willing to do that.
Our democracy is but a name. We vote? What does that mean? It means that we choose between two bodies of real, though not avowed, autocrats. We choose between Tweedledum and Tweedledee.