sensory

All our desires are desires of the soul, ultimately, Though they look like desires mental or sensory;- 39 -

In truth, there is no such thing as an __ntuitive boundary_ of a sensory state. That most philosophers take such states as brain-bound is not an intuition, but a prejudice.

The irony of sensory deprivation tanks is that in order to think outside the box, you must first go inside one.

The trouble with poetry is it's often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

When I first tried a sensory deprivation tank, people thought I had lost my mind. In fact, I had found it.

One of my relatives invented the sensory deprivation tank. Appropriately, most of my family has never seen or heard of him.

What I'm trying to do is make impressions. I think of myself as a colourist, adding different colours and shades by using different techniques and touching the guitar in different ways. I'd like to play sounds you can see if you've got your eyes closed.

It was as if I had only just been able to see colours and shapes for the first time. I was so enthralled with the buttons on Lestat's black coat that I looked at nothing else for a long time.

Arabella dangled her legs out of the bedroom window and closed her eyes. She felt a butterfly brush against her knee, rubbed her skin against the mortar and bricks, drank in the warmth of the morning sunshine on her face, her arms, her feet.

I drank, sucking the blood out of the holes, experiencing for the first time since infancy the special pleasure of sucking nourishment, the body focused with the mind upon one vital source.

Dining at the rare reasonTo get between the circumstanceAnd start milking the Caesars For what enters the earsAnd is for their eyes to air and advise.