I have collected the history of 'domestic,' 'indoor' socialism, bit by bit. The history of how it played out in the human soul. I am drawn to that small space called a human being... a single individual. In reality, that is where everything happens.
I am a single mother - that is the reality.
Yeah, the sitcom world is dead. It's all reality.
My relationship to reality has been so utterly skewed for so long that I don't even notice it any more. It's just my reality.
I was a 'young adult' when I wrote 'The Outsiders,' although it was not a genre at the time. It's an interesting time of life to write about, when your ideals get slammed up against reality, and you must compromise.
Reality TV is sleazy, it is manipulative. It is as momentary as anything in popular culture.
Reality TV is easier to digest if it comes in small amounts.
I like the idea that we build up these walls or rules or laws to maintain our reality, and when they fall away, you're left with a whole bunch of illusions. Smoke and mirrors.
I don't believe in dressing up reality. I don't believe in using makeup to make things look smoother.
Startup stories are always smoother in the telling than they are in reality. A startup is not one, but a series of 'Aha!' moments, and some which seem like 'Aha!' moments but turn out not to be.
Therefore it does not help to sneer at the imperfection of today's reality or to preach absolutes as a daily agenda.
I can't stand folk who are all snobby about reality TV.
I have to say, without getting up on a soapbox, I find these reality shows absolutely disgusting.
Television is kind of a disappointment. I often want to watch it, but I find it quite hard - I don't like soaps, reality TV or celebrity chefs.
Life, especially life on soaps, sometimes needs a reality check.
Every time I write a new novel about something sombre and sobering and terrible I think, 'oh Lord, they're not going to want to go here'. But they do. Readers of fiction read, I think, for a deeper embrace of the world, of reality. And that's brave.
I know how sobering and exhausting parenthood is. But the reality is that our children's future depends on us as parents. Because we know that the first years truly last forever.
The reality is that we are hated not because of our democracy, freedoms, and generous social security system; rather, we are hated because of our involvement in foreign conflicts and quarrels that were never our concern.
No matter how many times you say Social Security is broke, the reality is that Social Security's independent revenue stream and its Trust Fund's investments maintain the program's solvency until 2037, when it may begin to fall short.
Reality is a powerful solvent.
