Quotes About Ambiguity

the geometry of the place was all wrong. One could not be sure that the sea and the ground were horizontal

It is a mistake to fancy that horror is associated inextricably with darkness, silence, and solitude.

One could not be sure that the sea and the ground were horizontal, hence the relative position of everything else seemed phantasmally variable.

Rara vez deja de haber ironía incluso en el mayor de los horrores.

changed to the elevated at the South Station, and at about twelve o'clock had climbed down the steps at Battery Street and struck along the old waterfront past Constitution Wharf. I didn't keep track of the cross streets, and can't tell you yet which it was we turned up, but I know it wasn't Greenough Lane.

Who knows the end? What

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise.

When it comes to horror, I always prefer the nebulous & the implied to the physical & the described.

for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures

Honest, wholesome structures do not stare at travellers so slyly and hauntingly

He cultivated ideological fuzziness.

Siobhan says that if you raise one eyebrow it can means lots of different things. It can mean 'I want to do sex with you' and it can also mean 'I think what you just said was very stupid.

The best stories are the open ones, those you don't quite understand.

do not know if he means to use that sword to help us or to prod us into the hands of our enemies. The Scotsman could well be one of those DeVeau hirelings." Guy shook

Like love, leadership continued to be something everyone knew existed but nobody could define.

But sometimes, maybe most times, it isn't that clear. It is dark and you are near the edge of a cliff, but you're moving slowly, not sure which direction you're heading in. Your steps are tentative but they are still blind in the night. You don't realize how close you are to the edge, how the soft earth could give away, how you could just slip a bit and suddenly plunge into the dark.

Life isn't lived in the black and white, Wilde. People like to think so nowadays. All the online outrage, things are either all good or all bad. But life is lived in the gray. Life is lived in the nuances.

We know that everything in our lives is complex and gray.

You want to put people in neat categories, make them monsters or angels, but it almost never works that way. You work in the gray and frankly that kinda sucks. The extremes are so much easier.

You want people lined up, Will. You want the good guys on one side, the bad on the other. It doesn't work that way, does it? It is never that simple. Love, for example, leads to hate. I think that was what started it all. Primitive love.

Dimonte spit into the can again, trying hard to cover up his obvious body language. "We're still working on it." "Uh, let's pretend for a brief moment that I'm not a mentally dehydrated numb nut.

None of this was comforting. It was weird and it hurt. But (...) I did it anyway.

Because they were unsure how many days this particular job would take, Ken and Barbie had rented a two-bedroom suite at the sleek skyscraper hotel called the Borgata. The Borgata was supposedly the nicest hotel in Atlantic City, plus it had the added advantage of being away from the Boardwalk, the cesspool strip of gamblers, drug addicts, sinners, carnival barkers, and overall filth. Still

What made me pause here was the pure dichotomy.