Quotes About Perplexity

One of Leibowitz's favorite stories was about a donkey placed equidistant from two bundles of hay. In the story the donkey can't decide which bundle of hay is closer to him, and so dies of hunger.

God knows the times I have found myself in absurd situations.

I love stories that frame that: This is what life is about - you don't have a clue.

What baffled him was that there should be all this fuss about something so simple as love.

I'm not saying I know everything about love. I'm still trying to figure out girls... I don't think we'll ever totally figure out girls.

I feel about John's gospel like I feel about my wife; I love her very much, but I wouldn't claim to understand her.

I hung up again and looked at Katz. What is it with this town? I've blown more intelligent life into a handkerchief.

I hung up again and looked at Katz. "What is it with this town? I've blown more intelligent life into a handkerchief.

Did all that really just happen or have I wandered into some kind of Dada exhibition?

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The image was like finding an automobile factory in your closet.

I liked things better when I didn't understand them.

Calvin is hammering nails into coffee table. Mom: CALVIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE COFFEE TABLE?!? Calvin: Is this some sort of trick question, or what?

It's hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning.

There must be some kind of way out of here,' said the joker to the thief...

Something is happening but you don't know what it is.

And you know something is happening but you don't know what it is

They didn't have time to wonder why I was a little more miserable than most.

To his surprise and suspicion, she smiled.

Is he daft? Bond queried. His brain is so advanced, it stumbles over mediocrity.

I don't believe I will ever understand men. The more I learn about them, the less they make sense

It was becoming more and more difficult for me to decide to do anything in those last days. And when I eventually did decide to do something, such as packing a suitcase, I only dragged all my grubby, expensive clothes out of the bureau and the closet and spread them on the chairs and the bed and the floor and then sat and stared at them, utterly perplexed. They seemed to have a separate, mulish identity of their own that refused to be washed and folded and stowed.

Whose is that long white box in the grove, what have they accomplished, why am I cold.

I simply cannot see where there is to get to.