Quotes About Confusion

Cheer up, brother," he said. "Keep smiling." "What on earth for?" He smiled. "It confuses people?" he said.

What the fuck, Dexter," Deborah said accusingly, as if it were my fault the two blood types were different. "I'm sorry," I said, not at all sure what I was apologizing for, but quite certain from her tone of voice that I should.

You said Brian is forcing us to go to Key West, whether we want to or not," I said. "And you said all the houses will be there. Other than that, you might as well be speaking Etruscan." Rita

Every now and then I feel like I am only receiving one track of a stereo recording, and this was one such time. I had no idea what—well, to be honest, I didn't even have an idea what to have an idea about.

Why, Dexter?" Debs repeated, and there was a dangerous edge to her voice that went far behind frustrated anger. "It's kind of complicated," I said, stalling in the hope that either a brilliant idea would occur to me or, if not, the house might be hit by lightning. "Make it simple," she snapped.

Get your stuff," he said, hurrying past. "We got a wild one." Robert turned to watch him go, and his air of relaxed confidence seemed to drain out and puddle at his feet. "Is that Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Does he mean, um—" "It's probably nothing," I said. "Just a routine machete beheading or something." Chase goggled at me for a moment. Then he turned pale, gulped, and finally nodded. "Okay," he said.

I stared at the phone for a long moment before I replaced it in its cradle. I was not sure what had just happened, or what it meant: "Come up to my office right now"? Captains do not hand out special assignments to blood-spatter analysts, and we do not visit captains' offices socially, either. So what was this about? My

They put it here because this guy is such a bugero.

Several brilliantly funny remarks crowded into my mouth and fought for space on my tongue, but once again I somehow made myself stay focused on the larger point, which was that I still had no idea what Rita was talking about. "I'll be there at two thirty," I said. "If you promise to tell me where it is and why I'm going there." Astor

knows where he is now. Not here, that's for sure. Hope the Krauts didn't grab him. Buford…Dammit!

Confused?" "Not really. To be confused you have to be paying attention.

The solicitor he selected, a Mr Makepeace, had demanded five thousand pounds up front, even before he took the top off his fountain pen, and then another five once he'd briefed Alex Redmayne, the barrister who would represent him in Court. Danny couldn't understand why he needed two lawyers to do the same job.

word, but it left neither of them any the wiser.

She had just started living like a grown-up and she'd never felt more vulnerable, frightened or confused in her life.

It's a kind of fugue state, anyway, early sex.

But even as we make these conclusions we feel our throats plugging up, because they are both true and untrue. So much has been written about the girls in the newspapers, so much has been said over backyard fences, or related over the years in psychiatrists' offices, that we are certain only of the insufficiency of explanations.

It had to do with Leonard. With how she felt about him and how she couldn't tell anyone. With how much she liked him and how little she knew about him. With how desperately she wanted to see him and how hard it was to do so.

From the beginning I was aware that there was something improper about the way I felt about Clementine Stark, something I shouldn't tell my mother, but I wouldn't have been able to articulate it. I didn't connect this feeling to sex. I didn't know sex existed

but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.

They could not make out the exact words coming from their captain's mouth, but it was fairly clear he wasn't reciting poetry.

Christ, I'm in a Doris Day movie

Anthony watched him, dumbfounded, and then turned to Lucy. "What have you done with Zack's brain?" Lucy stood to follow Zack. "What brain? I don't think he has one. I think he's just one giant exposed nerve ending. I swear sometimes at night, I can hear his neurons snapping like popcorn.

Hostility, Cal said. It's deja vu all over again. How's your head? The pain comes and goes, Min said. And then there are the voices.

I don't like futons. They can't commit. I'm a bed! I'm a couch! I'm a bed! I'm a couch!