Quotes About Ambiguity

I like photographs which leave something to the imagination.

La luna deja un cuchillo abandonado en el aire, que siendo acecho de plomo quiere ser dolor de sangre.

Cuando el chino lloraba en el tejado sin encontrar el desnudo de su mujer y el director del banco observaba el manómetro que mide el cruel silencio de la moneda, el mascarón llegaba a Wall Street.

Only mystery allows us to live, only mystery.

These seem to me so ambiguous, so vague, so easily misunderstood in comparison to genuine music, which fills the soul with a thousand things better than words.

People often complain that music is too ambiguous, that what they should think when they hear it is so unclear, whereas everyone understands words. With me, it is exactly the opposite, and not only with regard to an entire speech but also with individual words.

Everything you say,' Geno said rather irritably, 'contradicts itself.' 'Of course it does,' the screech owl rejoined obscurely. 'Otherwise, how would anyone ever keep to the middle of the road?

I'm almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold-hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes.

Ce soir, ils te sont étrangers et sont étrangers l'un à l'autre ; l'atmosphère est grise : des grumeaux dans un liquide sale ; tout est raté. Et tu passes ta nuit avec ce poids sur le cÅ"ur, complètement dégoûté d'eux. Le lendemain matin, tu les trouves frais et réussis comme une pâtisserie bien faite. (p. 23)

I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

The silliest questions are those seeking to be "deep" and/or "intelligent" and that, in fact, are absolutely hollow and stupid. For example: "What do you think is the situation of the Latin American intellectual?" What can I say in response to such generalities? My answer: "I do not know, nor do I care to know.

Nonetheless innuendo and imperfectly definable actions hover over the actions of the hermit.

The 'wrong thing' happened, we are now told, during the 'dark flush of night' (527.07). A flush usually brings colour to cheeks, so a dark flush is a mild oxymoron, like a dark light, and is all the more suggestive, since the dark flush of night is probably an erotically charged flush.

I'm not on the run from anything and I'm not at all clear about what I'm running towards. But as some great writer put it, I want to be certain that when I arrive at death, I'm totally exhausted.

Outside a new dark was falling, a dark Charlie didn't know yet. He walked carefully, wheeling the bike. Like everything else here, the street lamps had bigger kingdoms and the pools of shadow between them fell wider and deeper than he was used. to.

It is nearly an insoluble pancake, a conundrum of inscrutable potentialities, a snorter.

I still thought that to get something you had to go straight for your goal whereas it is only distractions, uncertainty, distance that bring us closer to our targets, and then it is the targets which strike us.

But one does have to give words some credit. One has to at least pretend that they more or less resemble their meaning. Their shady meaning.

You can call me a thief if you like, a thief of ceremonies

Il vient d'avoir trente ans: l'âge bâtard où l'on est trop vieux pour être jeune, et trop jeune pour être vieux.

I find that violence is very ambiguous in movies. For example, some films claim to be antiwar, but I don't think I've really seen an antiwar film. Every film about war ends up being pro-war. To show something is to ennoble it.

Sometimes happiness is not knowing the whole story.

Lesson no. 5: Sometimes happiness is not knowing the whole story

The world was turning cartwheels, Makepeace realized, and nobody was sure which was was up any more. Rules were breaking, but nobody was certain which ones. If you had enough confidence, you could walk in and at as if you knew what the new rules were, and other people would believe you.