Quotes About Ambiguity

There's not a night time or day time in this world. It's always in-between. Like dawn or dusk, without a sun in the sky. I sit down. The ground is wet and fleshy. I rub my hand on it. It is warm. It's Stacy's flesh. I must be at the bottom of their world, where the earth meets her body.

Today, for me, her gender seemed a null, a promise, a projection screen; neither masculine nor feminine, or perhaps both at once?—but no less erotically powerful or compelling for the confusion I felt when I looked at her.

She took one of her poodle's charcoal biscuits out of the packet and ate it herself. 'Either these are quite delicious or quite disgusting. Like many things in life, it's rather hard to tell which,' she said.

After all, who are you that the world should make sense to you?

Every time I think we're on to something meaningful, it dissolves into nothing.

I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.

That was all he wanted for himself – to give to her. Biff's mouth hardened. He had done nothing wrong but in him he felt a strange guilt. Why? The dark guilt in all men, unreckoned and without a name.

The world is certainty a sudden place.

I know, but what is it all about? People loose and at the same time caught. Caught and loose. All these people and you don't know what joins them up. There's bound to be some sort of reason and connection. Yet somehow I can't seem to name it. I don't know." "If you did you would be God," said Berenice. "Didn't you know that?

Yet at the same time you almost might use the word loose instead of caught. Although they are two opposite words.

Why look to far ahead, when there was nothing to see but dark clouds?

This is not to say that there is a clear line of demarcation between the living and the non-living. For the ancients, mould and mildew were not clearly differentiated from rust; from our perspective, prions and viruses are also indeterminate. They can reproduce their kind and they employ resources from their hosts to do so, but they do not have life cycles as plants and animals do.

What if we knew what tomorrow would bring? Would we fix it? Could we?

I know the difference between right and wrong. I understand the rules. But today I feel that the rules have been blurred, because today they were literally on my front doorstep.

So many things to be and not be; I am nothing, but I'm everything, yet I must, I must, I must.

I didn't know what else to do. I don't have anywhere else to go, I can't go back. I'm trying to move forward all the time but I'm grasping at everything and can't catch on to anything.

She didn't want to be one of those girls who said the exact opposite of what she meant, but still—it would have been nice to see Easy try.

What's next from you? Paintingwise, I mean." "I don't know. I'm between things now." "Dawn between things or dusk between things?" "I don't know that, either.

Is he aware of both—and unaware? Can the mind ride two such separate tracks simultaneously? Concealed ambivalence. Hidden ambiguity. Are we so flawed that we can never truly know our own most secret motives?

How can we expect to know everything about God? He looked at me, his eyes narrowing. I call that ambiguity, I said. Riddles, puzzles, double meanings, lost possibilities, the dark side to the light, the light side to the darkness, different perspectives on the same thing. Nothing in this whole world has only one side to it. Everything is like a kaleidoscope. That's what I'm trying to capture in my art. That's what I mean by ambiguity.

I call that ambiguity," I said. "Riddles, puzzles, double meanings, lost possibilities, the dark side to the light, the light side to the darkness, different perspectives on the same things. Nothing in this whole world has only one side to it. Everything is like a kaleidoscope. That's what I'm trying to capture in my art. That's what I mean by ambiguity.

The paintings had a strange quality: they were figurative but there were no figures in them. They looked as if they might suddenly dissolve.

We have our faith. We have our work. Our work is to bring God into this world. Look what has been done to this world and its people in this Godless century. It is a horror. Our task is to redeem this horror. We cannot redeem it by offering people ambiguity." "I try to redeem it through my art." "An artist redeems through his art?" He seemed astonished by that idea. "Acts redeem, Asher. Acts." "Art is also acts.

Nothing is ever clear-cut in Bon Temps. What passes for truth is only a convenient lie. What passes for justice is more spilled blood. And what passes for love is never enough...