Quotes About Ambiguity

It doesn't annoy me that I always get asked about my future.

It's not like I have all the answers.

I have no message or answers to social questions.

I can't anticipate what's going to happen to me next, but I'd like to think that I'm going to lead a life that's not really memoir-worthy, and that would be fine!

One knows less about one's own destiny than about anything else on earth.

Anytime you kind of take the road that I've taken, people don't know what to expect.

The question is: Where would it get you if something that's a little bit ambiguous in the movie is made clear? It doesn't get you anywhere.

There is a certain androgyny to my appeal.

You make a film and you don't know who it's going to appeal to.

As an audience member myself, I love to be in a position where I'm trying to figure out what I am supposed to feel or if what I'm feeling is appropriate or not.

The argument can be made: Maybe you want to trust the government, but you shouldn't because you don't know where things are going to go in the future.

I even felt doubts at times as to his sex. If all usurers are like this one, I maintain that they belong to the neuter gender.

All things are true, all things are false. Moral truths as well as human beings change their aspect according to their surroundings, to the point of being actually unrecognizable.

Paris is a queer place," said Lucien; it seemed to him that he saw self-interest squatting in every corner.

Who is she? Did you know her young? What of her birth? Had she father and mother, or was she born of the conjunction of ice and sun? She burns and yet she freeze; she shows herself and then withdraws; she attracts me and repulses me; she brings me life, she gives me death; I love her and yet I hate her! I cannot live thus; let me be wholly in heaven or in hell!

Reality was beginning to become very shadowy and menacing.

Too much certainty is a miserable thing, while the unknowable has a pristine beauty and a wonder with no end.

Pythagoras turned his budding cult into exactly what flock-seeking introverts most need—the haven of a tyranny. Ambiguity is a tension-provoker68—and the sheep among introverts go bonkers at the strain. Indecisive grays savage the flockers' limbic systems, so they desperately need the tranquilizer of a world spelled out in black and white.

if you think you know what is going on, you haven't got a clue about what's going on.

Keep the reader guessing about where events are happening, what historical period the characters live in, and whether at any given moment they are jogging, taking a steam bath, or dangling from a precipice. Try to create an absolute nothingness in which, from time to time, a phone receiver or a pair of pert breasts materializes as the protagonist forms the intention to use them.

Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry" Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned to pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, white, and slow. There came a moment that you couldn't tell. And then they clearly flew instead of fell.

The conventional Christian word is muffled, confused, and vague.

We were happy when he first came. We first thought he came from the Light; but he comes like the dusk of the evening now, not like the dawn of the morning. He comes like a day that has passed, and night enters our future with him… Plains Chieftain, c. 1870

I may be proven wrong, but I may be proven right.