Quotes About Ambiguity

It is not right that everyone should read the pages which follow; only a few will be able to savour this bitter fruit with impunity. Consequently, shrinking soul, turn on your heels and go back before penetrating further into such uncharted, perilous wastelands. Listen well to what I say: turn on your heels and go back, not forward,[...]

The case has, in some respects, been not entirely devoid of interest.

One is least sure of one's self, sometimes, when one is most positive.

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.

Extreme joy and extreme sorrow are indistinguishable beyond a certain point. ("Jane Brown's Body")

The portieres were drawn across the French windows now, veiling the stars outside - that were there nevertheless. ("Speak To Me Of Death")

We said a lot of things; we said nothing.

Murder is such an elastic term, isn't it? ("Mind Over Murder")

There's an innocuous explanation for everything. Everything is a coin that has two sides to it, and one side is innocuous but the other can be ominous. ("New York Blues")

There was no time to weigh chances. There was no such thing as chances anyway, in the distorted perspective of the weed fumes.

You know, there was a part of me that was so defiant, and a part of me that was so ashamed, and I really couldn't say which was which at any given point in time.

It's a strange feeling to be both famous and unknown at the same time.

Dark, closed places like this make me uneasy. It is not the wild beasts or the idea of a lunatic with an ax. It is not facing my dreaded interior self. It is the informality, the thoughtlessness, the brooding wisdom, the endlessness, the closure of darkness. More than that, it is the thing in darkness I cannot name.

He didn't sound particularly drunk, but Bob's a professional, so you never can tell.

Small chains wound their way through the trigger guards with little bronze locks at the end of each row. It was like a chain gang for weapons. Some of them might be good, some of them might be bad, but there was no way to tell until somebody picked them up.

Do you ever get the feeling that the world is tired, Walter?' I stood there, not quite sure of what to say next. He looked embarrassed. 'I'm sorry. I sometimes forget myself and wax philosophic in the afternoons.' I walked over to the door and pushed it open, pausing to lean against the frame. 'I don't know about the world, but I sure as hell get that way.' He smiled, I smiled, and I left.

Fishing—precision guesswork based on unreliable data provided by those of questionable knowledge." "I know what fishing is." I took a sip of

Poetry by its very nature is subversive . . . It turns words inside out, confounds meaning, changes black and white to ambiguous shades of gray. Never trust a poet.

The interest I felt in certain guys then confused me, because it wasn't romantic, but I wasn't sure what else it might be. But now I know: I wanted to take up people's time making jokes, to tease the dean in front of the entire school, to call him by a nickname. What I wanted was to be a cocky high-school boy, so fucking sure of my place in the world.

Nothing was a sure thing; every choice was just an educated guess, or a leap into a mysterious abyss. People might not change but their incentives could. So

Why me?" Claire asked him. "Fuck if I know." She blinked. Well, that wasn't exactly some romantic confession.

Wishes are slippery things. You have to be very specific or you can get exactly what you wished for and still end up with nothing.

But is it?' Guthrie says, waving his hands in the effort to explain. 'We're living in the twentieth century, of course, but are they?

There are only two types of people in this world; people who hate clowns, and clowns.