Quotes About Confusion

If you try to describe NASCAR to anyone, you sound crazy.

on the first night of the program. She waltzed around the set topless. She asked what asparagus was and said, "Rio de Janeiro, ain't that a person?" She referred to East Anglia as "East Angular," thought Portugal was in Spain, and complained that she was

A thorn ripped a gash that he didn't feel. His body was far away from his mind. He leaned back and stared at a patch of sky through the intertwining limbs. Nothing made sense.

What? He can't possibly mean to—

I'm sorry about the screaming. I thought you were him.

All around him the chanting swelled, Harm no one, harm no one. What the hell did that mean? He was going to have to shoot the poor son of a bitch, but maybe that was a far better way to go than what the house of horrors had planned. This was a hell of a way for men to die, even if they deserved it.

She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight.

I'm trying to decide if I'm having hallucinations and you're really an angel--or witch. Either one, I can't tell yet.

She didn't have to love him back. He probably wouldn't know what to do with it if she did. No one ever had.

She had thrown his life into complete confusion, but she made him smile. Made him want to laugh. Intrigued him. Turned him inside out. Gave him a reason to live.

I love you, Mikhail, all of you, even the beast in you. I don't know why I became so confused. You aren't evil. I can see so clearly inside of you." Sleep, little one, in my arms where you belong. Mikhail drew up the quilt, wrapped protective arms around her, and sent them both to sleep.

She needed to be somewhere desperately, but she didn't know where. Listening didn't help. With her acute hearing, she would have heard if any person or creature was hurt or in trouble. Shea sniffed the night air. She would probably get lost and be caught out in the open and the sun would fry her. She would deserve it for this stupidity.

He cursed his inability to remember basic things, certain they were of great importance to the two of them. If she was as much in the dark as he was, they were in deep trouble.

His words surprised him more than they did her. Was he stating a hard fact or striking out at her? Nicolas rubbed his jaw with the heel of his hand. Facing death was easier than talking to women any day of the week.

I don't want to put you in the position of having to lie, Father. I find myself doing enough of that for Mikhail, and I'm not even certain why. Lord knows, he doesn't ask me to." There was sorrow in her voice, regret, confusion. "I wouldn't lie," he said. "Is omission the same thing as a lie, Father?

When the New York Times scratches its head, get ready for total baldness as you tear out your hair.

The tribe that confuses its totems and symbols with reality has succumbed to fetishism and may be in more trouble than it realises.

Meanwhile, Ruskin has completely lost his wig.

Hell and confusion light upon their heads.

Moi?, said I, in perfect fucking French.

This is the man who called the fire department when the toilet backed up, and I'm asking him for help. What was I thinking? Why am I attracted to weak men?

He didn't understand religion. It was like heroin or golf: He knew a lot of people did it, but he didn't understand why.

How much humanity has been spoiled for the confusion of movement with progress, my friend?

like trying to follow a stream of black oil through a maze of shadows.