Quotes About Ambiguity

It's always like this after a few days here. I start to lose my bearings. The surface is one way, but then there are all these other things going on, sometimes going back decades, swirling undercurrents that I just don't understand. [p. 336]

I didn't know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent's very muzzy voice murmured, "Rachel? Mmm, hi.

Refuse to follow where you're led (Dancing) The line begins to blur When you look too far ahead.

Shades of gray, I thought, knowing I was slipping into places I had vowed I'd never go.

no one knows why things happen, you see? Anything could follow from anything. Even real history tells us nothing.

It seemed to him that nothing would ever be explained, and that all of a sudden each day was slipping away, that time was flying by and they were getting old and nothing would ever come clear.

Bold didn't know what he felt, it changed minute by minute.

Also it isn't clear yet whether it was an act of God or an act of war.

Of course I will like forever any woman who has gone to bed with me, as long as we don't become a couple and hate each other forever.

It grew in the dark, it's a stack, a hyperobject, an accidental megastructure. No

I don't think you can get good answers to questions about—human nature. Better to think of it as a black box. You can't apply the scientific method. Not well enough to be sure of your answers.

that until you know for sure what the outcomes of a decision will be, you can't decide what to do.

Round and round and round we go,  And where we stop, nobody knows.

the word of God came down to man as rain to soil, and the result was mud, not clear water.

Words blur at the borders, fuzz into other words, not just in big clouds of connotation around the edges of the word, but right there in the heart of denotation itself.

In art we do not make things any simpler by making simpler things. Reduction does not yield certainty, but something like its opposite, which is ambiguity and multi-valence.

Ruhe gibt es nicht, bis zum Schluss. Und dann? Auch am Schluss steht noch ein Fragezeichen. (There is no peace until the end and even then there would still be a question mark.)

the kiss and the bite are such close cousins that in the heat of love they are too readily confounded

But for some reason I have not yet become a fish. - The Box Man, p.36

What is he?" "I can't puzzle it out. He doesn't have horns, pointed ears—or apparently a need to eat. He does have small fangs, but he also sports a tan line." "You checked? Natalya, you durrrty bitch." "Hey, I had to determine if he was a blood sucker or not. Now I don't know what to think.

What's your name?" "What do you want it to be?" "Are you a vampire?" "Not the last time I checked.

I'll begin with the most basic. What are you?" "Pussy Cat Doll?" she asked, immediately doing a slow headshake at his look. "Judge, jury and executioner." He scowled. Her eyes lit up. "Transient! What? Really. No? Babe in Toyland?

Or maybe I was learning that nothing was black and white.

The soothsayer shrugged, flustering her bat. "Some details are above your feygrade.