Quotes About Perplexity

He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this?

He sat the silver disk between Poocher's shoulder blades. The pig turned around in a circle, as if he were trying to see the disk on his back, which his fat neck wouldn't allow. After his third revolution, he closed his eyes and scrunched up his snout. His wings unfolded. He floated off the ground, looking smug. Everyone in the room knew there was something that needed to be said. But not even Hex, who'd never shown any fear of an obvious joke, dared say it.

So we're damned if we do and damned if we don't." She shrugged. "That pretty much sums up quantum physics.

Months after I got to know the five of them, I found to my surprise that at the start they'd been nearly as bewildered by me as I by them.

Manche Dinge sind so schrecklich, dass man sie nicht sogleich begreifen kann.

Although, I do have to say, it was difficult to imagine him

I am increasingly afflicted by vertigo where words mean nothing

I'm sorry,' said Jerott, his eyes elsewhere. What was the attraction here, in God's name? Not the little woman in the stained gown, surely? Or the plain fourteen-year-old who had been so courageous the night Trotty died?

You don't understand,' she said. In her lap, the loose hands had ground together: between the fair brows a single line showed, of anger and disgust and a kind of futile perplexity. 'You don't understand: how can you? You were born into a household, with parents and wealth; you knew your friends and your enemies; you knew your position in life; whom you were fighting for: whom you were against. I am alone. Every man is my enemy.

his thoughts revolving silently in this squirrel-cage of mystification.

Bosh!' said Lord Peter.

All through my life I've had this strange unaccountable feeling that something was going on in the world, something big, even sinister, and no one would tell me what it was. No, said the old man, that's just perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the Universe has that.

Why?' is always the most difficult question to answer. You know where you are when someone asks you 'What's the time?' or 'When was the battle of 1066?' or 'How do these seatbelts work that go tight when you slam the brakes on, Daddy?' The answers are easy and are, respectively, 'Seven-thirty in the evening,' 'Ten-fifteen in the morning,' and 'Don't ask stupid questions.

What do you get if you multiply six by nine? Six by nine. Forty two. That's it. That's all there is. I always thought something was fundamentally wrong with the universe

Gordon Way's astonishment at being suddenly shot dead was nothing compared to his astonishment at what happened next.

The little waiter's eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion.

She stared at them with the worried frown of a drunk trying to work out why the door is dancing.

But now he felt as if the whole world were tipping backwards over his head, and this, he couldn't help feeling, was a very worrying thing for the world to do.

He goggled at her as if she'd said something very strange about beetroots.

In the great debate that has raged for centuries about what, if anything, happens to you after death, be it heaven, hell, purgatory or extinction, one thing has never been in doubt—that you would at least know the answer when you were dead. Gordon Way was dead, but he simply hadn't the slightest idea what he was meant to do about it.

Life! Don't talk to me about life!

I did better than that. I called in a neighbour's kid who used to be able to solve Rubik's cube in seventeen seconds. He sat on a step and stared at it for over an hour before pronouncing it irrevocably stuck.

I see, said Arthur Dent. He didn't.

What sort of ship are we in?' asked Arthur as the pit of eternity yawned beneath them. 'I don't know,' said Ford, 'I haven't opened my eyes yet.