Quotes About Ambiguity

He could not decide whether she was an utter feather head, or very clever.

Each message had thickened the fog more than cleared it.

I do not know. But they did not, either. That is the trick of it; their minds made up worse than I ever could. I

different company. He was not sure how Egwene felt, but he would have been willing to go hungry if he could do it without the wolves. Three days, into the afternoon.

It was the room where they

I came here to get there. Do I have any fucking clue what there is? Hell the fuck no. I'm just trying to live in a world of the dead.

We're a couple of ciphers who got pushed around. We don't know what happened; just that we don't like it.

Plans are deliberately indefinite, more to travel than to arrive anywhere.

It is a kind of nowhere, famous for nothing at all and has an appeal because of just that.

He is not stubborn, not narrow-minded, not lazy, not stupid. There was just no easy explanation. So it was left up in the air, a kind of mystery that one gives up on because there is no sense in just going round and round and round looking for an answer that's not there.

Mu means "no thing." Like "Quality" it points outside the process of dualistic discrimination. Mu simply says, "No class; not one, not zero, not yes, not no." It states that the context of the question is such that a yes or no answer is in error and should not be given. "Unask the question" is what it says.

we don't usually see that there's a third possible logical term equal to yes and no which is capable of expanding our understanding in an unrecognized direction. We don't even have a term for it, so I'll have to use the Japanese mu.

It is the ambiguity of violence, that we can pull a trigger as an act of hideous aggression or of self-sacrificing love, that is so challenging.

He felt himself, in a way, torn between two worlds: a solid, bourgeois world where ultimately everything was ordered and rational, as he was accustomed to from home, and an untrammelled one full of darkness, blood, and undreamt-of surprises.

e presto o tardi sorger un'epoca di ovvio cameratismo sessuale, in cui ragazzi e ragazze in concordia discorde staranno davanti a un cumulo di vecchie molle spezzate che prima costituivano l'uomo e la donna!

Ein Mann, der die Wahrheit will, wird Gelehrter; ein Mann, der seine Subjektivität spielen lassen will, wird vielleicht Schriftsteller; was aber soll ein Mann tun, der etwas will, das dazwischen liegt?

Was that a sly smile of the initiate, or a dumb smile of bluffing?

For Harlan, to remind him of open windows, the currents of the Delaware River, quarters with two heads, and other pitfalls.

Well, I don't know, said the Story Girl thoughtfully. I think there are two kinds of true thing - true things that are , and true things that are not , but might be.

Well now, I dunno

He needed time to adjust to real life, where heroes and villains could not be told apart by their looks or their accents, where there were no last minute reversals of fortune.

Telling a story is like sowing a seed—you always hope to see it become a beautiful tree, with firm roots and branches that soar up in the sky. But it is a peculiar sowing, for you will never know whether your seed sprouts or dies.

The man was still there. Suddenly forgetting about the snow on the street, he picked up his pace. Ahead was a long, straight, silvery-white road illuminated by the cold glare of street lamps; behind, a detective on a bicycle.

In fact, July felt he had reached a point in his life where virtually nothing was known.