Quotes About Ambiguity

There doesn't have to be a right side and a wrong side. Both sides can be right, or both sides can be wrong.

Dread clenched my stomach. I liked that I had won a contest and that they had thought I was a boy, and I was glad about the fifty dollars. But I didn't want my story to be published, or to read from it. I didn't want anyone to think I thought it was good.

Go to hell." Io said. Rudolf nodded. Then he picked up his raincoat, turned around, and went to hell. Up to then, I hadn't been impressed by the quality of the writing, but that ending blew me away. He turned around, picked up his raincoat, and went to hell.

I wanted to know how it was going to turn out, like flipping ahead in a book. I didn't even know what kind of story it was, or what kind of role I was supposed to be playing. Which of us was taking it more seriously? Didn't that have to be me, because I was younger, and also because I was the girl? One the other hand, I thought that there was a way in which I was lighter than he was - that there was a serious heaviness about him that was foreign to me, and that I rejected.

but she wasn't sure where. The knee?

all good books are bad!

It was apparent that there were no facts. Reality was a vague stink that anyone could smell, but no one knew where it came from.

Even if Tellun himself bounded in here with party hats, I'm not sure there would be any reason to celebrate.

Man muss fähig sein, sowohl eine öffentliche Rolle, als auch ein inneres Selbst durchzuhalten; denn durch die öffentliche Rolle manifestiert sich das innere selbst als etwas "völlig Idiosynkratisches und undefinierbares, aber doch unmißverständlich Identifizierbares, sodass wir nicht durch einen plötzlichen Rollenwechsel verwirrt werden.

any doubt what goes on. I'm puzzling over how to do this when

a measurement not clearly defined is worse than useless.

"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, sir, I say. Colours seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

Sometimes, even he found his program overly Gothic.

Kit hesitated in the half-crumbled archway, the torches failing to illuminate the darkness beyond.

Sometimes people said an obvious thing, and what they meant by it wasn't obvious at all.

He plays the white and black pieces both, a double game that defies all understanding.

I hope you'll forgive me for ruining the symmetry of your genocide. I was invested in being discreet.

It seemed as if I could stand up comfortably in the corridor or service tube or whatever it was, so I did, trying to make sense of how it twisted around at seeming random.

Maybe you could feel all sorts of things, all of them mutually contradictory.

It was a morally complex equation.

The radiant globes on their high wrought-iron towers were an advantage to the dark-adapted eye, if one could manage not to be dazzled. For the shadows between were cool and velvet, and a man-or something shaped like a man-in muffling black could vanish into them.

The Exalt Rien knew were monsters as much as Lords and Ladies. If Rien was Exalt, would she become a monster, too?

I don't suppose you know where in Hell we're going?" "Not Hell," Puck said. "Well, perhaps Hell, but I think it unlikely.

It was a dream of London, Mehiel told Kit. A dream of England: not quite Faerie, but a place that was neither quite Faerie nor real.