Quotes About Ambiguity

One minute you think you've got the world by the balls, the next minute you don't know where the fuck the world's balls are." "Sure I do," I say irritably. "Right next to the world's big fat hairy asshole, upon which I seem to be stuck in superglue lately, waiting for it to have its next case of explosive diarrhea.

Life fucks you anonymously. It doesn't want to know your name, doesn't give a shit about your station. The terrain never stops shifting. One minute you think you've got the world by the balls, the next minute you don't know where the fuck the world's balls are.

The unknown is a vast, paralyzing limbo.

Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

Am I being persecuted?" He smiles faintly. "If only it were that personal. Life fucks you anonymously. It doesn't want to know your name, doesn't give a shit about your station. The terrain never stops shifting. One minute you think you've got the world by the balls, the next minute you don't know where the fuck the world's balls are.

It's all black and white to you, isn't it?" "Gray is but another word for light black. Gray is never white. Only white is white. There are no shades of it.

Rowena was wrong. She was so wrong. There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light.

If only it were that personal. Life fucks you anonymously. It doesn't want to know your name, doesn't give a shit about your station. The terrain never stops shifting. One minute you think you've got the world by the balls, the next minute you don't know where the fuck the world's balls are.

Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

What good is it to be a superhero if you only are some of the time and you never get to know when?

Shadows are wonderful things. They hide pain and conceal motives.

Gray is but another word for light black. Gray is never white. Only white is white. There are no shades of it.

Everything isn't black and white like you want it to be.

He rested his hand on Zadie's leg. She looked down at it. Did he mean to put it there? Maybe he just needed a place to rest his hand. He'd been playing guitar all night. Perhaps his wrist was tired.

Granana lives on the other side of the island. She's eighty-four, I'm twelve, and Wallow's fourteen, so it's a little ambiguous as to who's babysitting whom.

You know, I have always hated that expression, "a blessing or a curse." As if anything in life were so neatly divisible. Let's try this: a freedom, or something worse.

The beginning of the end can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it.

Just cuz you get to the end doesn't mean you know what happened.

Everything I've ever learned has brought me to this one conclusion – we are all thrown into this world without a road map, and it's up to us to muddle through. We are free to make a mess of it or to make a success out of our lives. Most of us choose something in between.

They are treading water in a sea of retarded sexuality and bad poetry.

Sometimes, where there's smoke, there's only smoke.)

Nowadays the thief cannot be distinguished from his victim. Neither has any valuable objects on him.

An aphorism is never exactly true. It is either a half-truth or a truth and a half.

Politics is what a man does in order to conceal what he is and what he himself does not know.