Quotes About Ambiguity

As far as the arts and the sciences are concerned, the German mind appreciates most highly that which it does not understand of the latter, and that which it does not enjoy of the former.

I believe only in art and failure.

I never graduated, but I was kind of floating between journalism and art, because neither one wanted to claim me, as a cartoonist.

Postmodernism has not overcome the problems of modernism, but only compounded them with a dosis of cynicism, relativism and indifference.

We can't be certain who the villains are cuz everyone's so pretty, but the after party's sure to be the wing-ding as it moves into your city.

What happens when an art form becomes ambiguous, I think, is that the standards are lowered. You can say anything is jazz. So I think it's important to reflect on what made jazz so special.

The task of art today is to bring chaos into order. Artistic productivity is the capacity for being voluntarily involuntary.

If you don't understand it, it's art.

Dive again and again into the river of uncertainty. Create in the dark, only then can you recognize the light.

A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.

The creative hopeless.

What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.

I look for ambiguity because life is ambiguous!

Art gropes it stalks like a hunter lost in the woods listening to itself and to everything around it unsure of itself waiting to pounce.

there were no guarantees in life, only promises and whispers.

She had no idea where the future would lead her or what it would look like, but whatever happened, she was determined to survive it.

showed trees, sky, half a cat

happened. And yet, why did she feel

the frightening truth about desire it's on but i don't know whether i want to be her, fuck her or borrow her clothes.

There are some things in life we can never understand, things we are better off not understanding.

I hoped the writing would help me get things straight in my head, especially with regards to Kurda, but I was just as confused by the end as I'd been at the beginning. No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't help feeling that Kurda had been both a hero and a villain. Things would be simpler if he was one or the other, but I couldn't pigeonhole him. It was just too complicated.

She's cute, but she's cuckoo. She wouldn't be his daughter if she wasn't. You can't tell how much of what she says is what she thinks. And you can't tell how much of what she thinks ever really happened.

The hell of it, Miss- Is your name Wonderly or Leblanc?' She blushed and murmured: 'It's really O'Shaughnessy - Brigid O'Shaughnessy

Alice opened the door when I rang. She had on green pyjamas and held a hairbrush in one hand. She looked wearily at Quinn and spoke wearily: Bring it in. I took it in and spread it on a bed. It mumbled something I could not make out and moved one hand feebly back and forth, but its eyes stayed shut.