Sensory Deprivation Quotes

Many writers do little else but sit in small rooms recalling the real world.

My parents were very poor, but we never felt any sense of need or want. It was a very close, loving, tightly-knit family growing up, and I never felt any sense of deprivation or anything like that.

Where is there beauty when you see deprivation and starvation?

There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

If we were really tough on crime, we'd try to save our children from the desperation and deprivation that leave them primed for a life of crime.

Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing. But the contrary is also true: language is what makes us human. It is a recourse against the meaningless noise and silence of nature and history.

It should surprise no one that the life of the writer - such as it is - is colorless to the point of sensory deprivation. Many writers do little else but sit in small rooms recalling the real world.

The sensory deprivation chamber has been the most important tool that I've ever used for developing my mind

South Dakota... is like the world's first drive-through sensory deprivation chamber.

Fog rolled in like a form of sorrow. To live exiled from a place you have known intimately is to experience sensory deprivation. A wide-awake coma. ... The sea was a memory bank into which everything fell and was lost. I dove in but came out empty-handed.

Something amazing happens when the rest of the world is sleeping. I am glued to my chair. I forget that I ever wanted to do anything but write. The crowded city, the crowded apartment, and the crowded calendar suddenly seem spacious. Three or four hours pass in a moment; I have no idea what time it is, because I never check the clock. If I chose to listen, I could hear the swish of taxis bound for downtown bars or the soft saxophone riffs that drift from a neighbor's window, but nothing gets through. I am suspended in a sensory deprivation tank, and the very lack of sensation is delicious.

It was as if the sensory overload that is American life had somehow led to sensory deprivation, a gilded weariness, where everything is permitted and nothing appreciated.

I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.