A Quote by Jonathan Lethem

Consensual reality is both fragile and elastic, and it heals like the skin of a bubble. — © Jonathan Lethem
Consensual reality is both fragile and elastic, and it heals like the skin of a bubble.
Reality can be elastic, and I want to see how elastic it can be, you know?
It's numbers like these that both bubble-theorists and market cheerleaders can pounce on to make their points. Reality is more mundane.
With everything so perfect, reality seemed somehow fragile, as if the slightest interruption could imperil her pretty future... all of it felt as tenuous as a soap bubble, shivering and empty.
I try to photograph what can't be photographed - psychological or subjective reality, which seems more real than physical or consensual reality.
I've got thick skin and an elastic heart.
I see consensual S&M no differently than I see consensual anything: as beautiful, and never any one thing.
As with most consensual crimes, this prohibition of hemp is both silly and sinister.
Drugs, gambling, and prostitution are the Big Three underground 'moneymakers' in consensual crime. There would be, however, significant boosts to the economy if the stigma attached to the other consensual crimes were eliminated through legalization.
The attractions of ceramics lie partly in its contradictions. It is both difficult and easy, with an element beyond our control. It is both extremely fragile and durable. Like 'Sumi' ink painting, it does not lend itself to erasures and indecision.
Saltwater heals, healing referring to its various forms; tears, cleanses and heals the soul; sweat, cleanses through labor; the ocean, heals in all its forms.
These things bring you to reality as to how fragile you are; at the same moment you are doing something that nobody else is able to do. The same moment that you are seen as the best, the fastest and somebody that cannot be touched, you are enormously fragile.
A lot of the time, people think rappers just live inside this bubble. No, the reality is there is conversation that happens. It's not this one-dimensional thing. There's reality that takes place.
It's not an accident that both my sister and I are writers. Our parents created an accidental Petri dish. My family has great storytellers, and I grew up in a very funny, conversational house and didn't have television. This small family farm was a bubble world that didn't have much to do with reality.
There's a long way to fall when you pretend that you're so far away from the earth, far away from reality, floating in a bubble that's protected by fame or success. It's scary, and it's the thing I fear the most: to be swallowed up by that bubble. It can be poison to you, fame.
I think the better question is: How do we want sexual mores to shift, and what will that do for the American experience of both consensual and nonconsensual sex?
I like being in my New York bubble. It's the best bubble!
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