Quotes About Puzzlement

Some things in literature are inexplicable.

blurt out was "Why?

Not—please understand me—that I was convinced that I had made a mistake; no, I was merely unconvinced that I had not made a mistake. I was, in other words, confused.

But you won't be able to pin her down on sex. Have you thought of politics?

After a moment, he said, in almost marveling tones, 'Are you deranged?

It annoyed me more and not less because I didn't have a good reason for being annoyed. I couldn't even come up with anything to say about it.

Most days weren't clear when you were in them.

recognized Coubert, the faceless man, immediately. His steely look, his shining eyes with no eyelids; his smile as he licked his nonexistent lips in the dark.

Lord love a duck.

Whatever use double maths has in life is beyond me.

Questions arose. Like, what in the fuck was going on here, basically.

What? -- RICHARD M NIXON

Blobb inquired around about the Trystero organization, running into zipped mouths nearly every way he turned.

Nate paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Beatrice Love. The woman sat slumped in her chair talking silently to a small red object in the palm of her hand. That couldn't be good.

But I don't know the

You think I don't understand curiosity? Lady, I am made of curiosity. I am a hundred dead cats.

The greatest fallacy: looking continually for an answer in things that are unanswerable.

The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

A masterpiece of vagueness.

What is the reason that, where'er I go, A sad sensation--not exactly woe, Though still sometimes approaching wretchedness, A wish for something that I can't express, A recklessness as to my future lot, Existence wanting--wanting--don't know what, Should weigh me down? When I Bonabben question, He answers shortly that "it's indigestion.

Me parece imposible demostrar que somos la obra de un ser superior y no el pasatiempo de uno bastante defectuoso.

She looked left. She looked right. She looked confused.

She is neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring.

Of course, everyone wants to be healthy. The amusing thing is no one's really sure how to do it.