Quotes About Ambiguity

'The Thirteenth Tale' is reminiscent of 'Wuthering Heights' because you're never sure if it's a ghost or if people have gone a bit mad; that feeling that's been channelled all the way from Bronte is a really exciting one.

The lawyer refused to tell me my brother's name, and my colleagues started a betting pool. The leading candidate: John Travolta. I secretly hoped for a literary descendant of Henry James - someone more talented than I: someone brilliant without even trying.

There's no sense in being precise when you don't even know what you're talking about.

The 25-year-old me would tell the 32-year-old me to take the two rings and go start the next chapter in life, but it's never simple when you still have gas left in the tank.

A modern hero is very ambiguous. I went through some very rough times in Czechoslovakia - the occupation by the Germans at the end of the war. We had people going against their tanks with brooms. Are they nuts, or are they heroes?

We never quite understand and we can't quite explain.

History," declared Droysen, "is the only science enjoying the ambiguous fortune of being required to be at the same time an art.

You can't kill everything bad and you can't save everyone good." "I'm not sure who the good ones are anymore." "Yes you are. Because you're one. It's just sometimes hard to admit to oneself." "Fuck.

You ready for this?" "Of course not. Are you?" "Not even a little.

Goodbye, Stark." "See you around." "See, every time you say that it sounds like a threat." "It's not." "And yet.

Exactly. I'm the man who makes things happy behind the scenes, but no one knows. I'm Dr. Mabuse." "That's great. Just remember: Dr. Mabuse ended up in the nuthouse." Kasabian makes a face. "Always with the negative waves, Moriarty." I shake my head. "You aren't Donald Sutherland." "And you aren't Clint Eastwood, so just hold the damn book while I finish.

I'm okay." "You're an idiot is what you are." "That too probably.

Solutions are not the answer.

Then this travesty of manhood reascended to his feet, and said, whether speaking to me or to himself I could not tell

Pär grinned. "What's so funny?" "You are, Bartolomeo." "Everything you've said is true," Nikos added, "but it's not that simple. Your choices, your decisions, were not necessarily the wrong choices. Sometimes, they were the right choices, the moral choices. They just didn't work out." "That's an understatement." "I'm

Ark, he was called. His real name was Hyath Arkajanian, and he was Armenian or Lithuanian or something, I couldn't remember for sure

What can you know about a person? They shift in the light. You can't light up all sides at once. Add a second light and you get a second darkness, it's only fair.

What can you know about a person? They shift in the light. You can't light up all sides at once.

It's a blessing: every day someone shows up at the fence. And when no one shows up, a different kind of blessing. In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

He's next to you, right next to you in fact, so close, or . . . he isn't.

There's a thing in my stomach about this. A simple thing. The last rung.

And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won't tell them

Looking back is easy for a while and then looking back gets murky.

He was not dead yet, not exactly— parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something to happen, something grand