Quotes About Ambiguity

The first rule is about bewilderment," the author said.

because nobody can exactly agree what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.

Por supuesto, todas las noches son días oscuros, por que la noche es simplemente una versión mal iluminada del día.

From time to time, the Baudelaire children looked at one another, but with their future such a mystery they could think of nothing to say.

Nobody knows anything at all. We have no idea what is happening. We are all bewildered.

is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with

People aren't either wicked or noble. They're like chef's salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.

Julia." It is hard to tell. The blisters didn't help either. In fact, they made

They say a deaf man heard a dumb man talking about a blind man who saw a cripple walking the tightrope." He

Why is sholem used for both "hello" and "good-bye"? Israelis say: "Because we have so many problems that half the time we don't know whether we're coming or going.

Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.

Because of the self-confidence with which he had spoken, no one could tell whether what he said was very clever or very stupid.

My principal sin is doubt. I doubt everything, and am in doubt most of the time.

Life is too long to say anything definitely; always say perhaps.

the sandpaper voice, was all but echoing between my ears. A prick and a prophet all at once. Sometimes shit happens in the dark.…

Maybe he should turn around. Go back and tell them that's what life was, a long series of things that didn't go down the way you thought they would. Hell with it. Either they'd figure it out or they wouldn't. Most people never did.

A writer cannot really grasp what he has written. It is not like a building or a sculpture; it cannot be seen whole. It is only a kind of smoke seized and printed on a page.

We live untruth amid evidence of untruth.

Pulp doesn't bog us down with thematic ambiguity or thick flights of circumlocutory style. (I consulted a thesaurus to get circumlocutory, which is exactly the kind of thing pulp doesn't do.) Pulp is escapist and entertaining. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

I would be the last person to say that madness is not a solution.

It was written all in O, or nearly so, and all the O's are gone, said Andrea. When coat is cat, and boat is bat, and goatherd looks like gathered, and booth is both, since both are bth, the reader's eye is bothered. And power is power, and zero zer, and, worst of all, a hero's her. The old man sighed as he said it. Anoon is ann, and moan is man. Andrea smiled as she said it. And shoe, Andreus said, is she. Ah, woe, the old man said, is we.

Half a mile from Haverstraw there lived a halfwit fellow, Half his house was brick and red, and half was wood and yellow; Half the town knew half his name but only half could spell it. If you will sit for half an hour, I've half a mind to tell it.

I have no talent for certainty.