Quotes About Ambiguity

Why?" Rachel said (the eternal why, as she'd come to think of it). "Was he that bad?" "I never heard he was bad," Ann Marie said with a minor slur and a sad grimace. She looked out through the screen at the stone-colored mist in the gray hills and spoke with a firm finality. "Honey, I only heard that he'd moved on.

She couldn't tell if the sadness in his smile stemmed from pity for her or if he just possessed a sad smile.

But what? No one's good, no one's bad. Everyone's just trying to make their way.

Charming as he was, you never felt fully comfortable with the guy, because he never seemed fully comfortable with himself.

These are the days when, however simple the future, we do not go towards it but leave part of life in a lobby whose elevators divide and enclose us, brightening digits that show exactly where we are headed, while a young Polish woman is emptying an ashtray, and we are drawn to a window whose strings, if we pull them, widen an emptiness.

There is no simple answer to such a question

Well, that's the hell of it, isn't it?" she said, turning away. "You never know, but you have to act anyway, don't you?

He still didn't know why the frog hadn't killed him.

Not then, at least, because Claire had met her—would meet her? Earlier? Later? She hadn't died, but was she dead? She must be now, mustn't she, and yet—damn this twistiness! How could he even think about it coherently?

But then, I didn't think I'd tell them you were here." "What makes you think they don't know?" I asked, beginning to feel rather hollow, despite my earlier resolve to brazen it out. I cast a quick glance at the window, but

I felt simultaneously wonderful and wretched, and didn't know from moment to moment which feeling was uppermost.

They should have been ridiculous, and perhaps they were.

clouds of distress. "I—well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I think so.

But the thing is—" He hesitated, then looked at me straight on, hazel-eyed and earnest. "I could do something else, and be as good. Care as much, or as little. I haven't got that absolute conviction that there's something in life I'm meant to do—

If ever you find yourself in the midst of paradox

EVEN WHEN THE world ends, things bloody go on happening. You just don't know what to do about them.

You'd think so, wouldn't you?" I said bleakly. "But I don't know, any more than you.

The door opened again a few minutes later, and Jamie emerged, no more than six feet away. His mask of cool reserve was in place, but I knew him well enough to see the marks of a strong emotion under it. But while I could see it, I couldn't interpret it. Excitement? Apprehension? Fear and joy mingled? Something else? I had simply never seen him look that way before.

Aye, well," he said. "I suppose I'm maybe not poisoned.

Artists probably should have some impenetrable aspects of themselves.

I have always been comfortable that no one has been able to assess what I really have.

I can't see an autobiography in my future. But who knows what might happen.

I want to be a dog, but I'm a pussycat.

What's better? Dogs or broomsticks? I mean will the world really ever know?