Quotes About Ambiguity

I know I'm an African-American, and I know I play the saxophone, but I'm not a jazz musician. I'm not a classical musician, either. My music is like my life: It's in between these areas.

There are many things in life that cannot be explained.

Not sure of my place in the world (still up for debate) and not sure what I wanted to do with my life (not really up for debate).

I can never give a 'yes' or a 'no.' I don't believe everything in life can be settled by a monosyllable.

Life is filled with trapdoors.

Actually it seems to me that one can hardly say anything either bad enough or good enough about life.

Zizi was young and often confused about how to live his life, ?and when he made a choice he clung to it with fierce resolve, ?as if to beat his uncertainty into submission.

I guess we guess our way through life. How many times do we really know for sure?

When you're thinking about the rest of your life, you're never really thinking more than a couple years down the road.

I don't know if I see myself as an actress for the rest of my life.

Human science is an uncertain guess.

I've never had any intentions about anything. That's why I am where I am today, which is neither here nor there, in a literal sense.

I don't know what it is I'm doing. But it's not that. Despite all evidence to the contrary.

Back, suddenly, to uncertainty.

On the whole, as the morbid & mucilaginous monkey said when he climbed up to the top of the Palm-tree & found no fruit there - one can't depend upon dates.

You see, my problem is I don't know whether I'm smart or if I'm stupid. I've done well, and I've done poorly, and I've been told that I'm gifted and I've been told that I'm slow. I don't know what I am.

I am not certain but the partition which separates madness from genius is much thinner than most of us suspect.

It's the hardest addiction of all,' said Patrick. 'Forget heroin. Just try giving up irony, that deep-down need to mean two things at once, to be in two places at once, not to be there for the catastrophe of a fixed meaning.

No diagnosis, no prognosis.

A cognitive orphan becomes deprived of straightforwardness and sensibility; it stays unsure, for how and what to demonstrate.

Having no reason is also a reason.

You cannot decide to try any matter that even you are unsure about its clarity, the visible outlook may excite one to take the step to move forward that success is predictable.

He would always love her, in one way. But was love ever that simple? One thing and not another? Defining how he felt about Rose would be like trying to cut a piece out of the sky.

The poet's life is just so much crenellated waste, nights and days whipping swiftly or laboriously past the cinematic window. We're hunched and weaving over the keys of our green our grey or pink blue manual typewriter maybe a darker stone cold thoritative selectric with its orgasmic expectant hum and us popping pills and laughing over what you or I just wrote, wondering if that line means insult or sex. Or both. Usually both.