Quotes About Ambiguity

That's one of the things of being an actor. You have to push any knowledge of any future, at all, out of your mind. You never know what's going to happen where.

Perhaps they didn't know they were at sea. Was there a certain percentage of people at sea who lacked the knowledge that they were at sea?

Fog is more dangerous than dark, as it gives the illusion of seeing.

The only satisfactory thing about death is that our knowledge about it is unsatisfactory.

A great opportunity is often hard to be explained clearly; things that can be explained clearly are often not the best opportunities.

To be a hegemon is inherently ambiguous, usually implying some mixture of dominance and legitimacy, that is, being seen as contributing global leadership in a generally benevolent manner.

Vague and nebulous is the beginning of all things, but not their end.

Some questions don't have answers, which is a terribly difficult lesson to learn.

Certainty ends inquiry.

Trying to make order out of my life was like trying to pick up a jellyfish.

You have to systematically create confusion, it sets creativity free. Everything that is contradictory creates life

The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.

There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

You never know what's around the corner. It could be everything. Or it could be nothing. You keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you look back and you've climbed a mountain.

I look for ambiguity when I'm writing because life is ambiguous.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

One must picture everything in the world as an enigma, and live in the world as if in a vast museum of strangeness.

Think of Area X as a murderer we're trying to catch." "Oh great, that's just great, now we've got a detective on staff, too.

I'd wake in the morning, my head fuzzy, sometimes with someone I knew but who was a stranger just leaving, and realize I was one day closer to the end of it all.

Una piscina. Una bahía rocosa. Una parcela vacía. Un faro. Una torre. Estas cosas son reales y no lo son. Existen y no existen.

Progress':a word to choke on, a word to discard and then pick up again, hurl it in the oven like coal, watch it spurl out its own name in black smoke from the chimney of the hunting lodge. I embrace it, and I repeat it, and yet I know no word I or any other human could use will ever be the right word.

Maybe all of this was prevarication and excuses and not an afterword at all.

While Control came with whispers about being part of a kind of invisible dynasty, which naturally bred resentment. There was no denying that fact, even if, up close, the dynasty was more like a devolving franchise.