Quotes About Perplexity

He still didn't know why the frog hadn't killed him.

You have lost your mind,Jamie said coldly, the shock receding slightly. Or I should think you had, if ye had one to lose.

Not then, at least, because Claire had met her—would meet her? Earlier? Later? She hadn't died, but was she dead? She must be now, mustn't she, and yet—damn this twistiness! How could he even think about it coherently?

I hadn't spent so much time in bemused contemplation of a penis since I was sixteen or so, and here I was, preoccupied with three of the things.

I canna think why the good Lord should waste hair like that on a man.

I don't completely understand why people in Aspen want to hear what I have to say.

I watch episodes of 'Rosanne' now where I don't even know what the ending's going to be.

Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck.

My favorite, how did you put it now? Landscapes, animals, plants? Favorite what? Books, music, architecture, painting? I don't have any favorite animals, no favorite mosquitoes, favorite beetles, favorite worms, even with the best will in the world I cannot tell you which birds or fish or predators I prefer, it would also be difficult for me to have to choose much more generally.

Its so horrible to see your own confusion and understand it.

The more time passed, the less happened. The more they felt something must happen, the more the bailiffs realized they had to do something but the less they understood what it was.

Il bassotto alzò il muso verso di lui, con lo sguardo dei cani quando non capiscono e non sanno che possono aver ragione a non capire.

In other words, nobody really knew anything.

Honestly, Im having trouble with the fact that youre having difficulty believing us. You are the only one in the room levitating.

In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky?

What the heck was that supposed to mean? Pep

sometimes something makes perfect sense, and then it's a complete mystery when you look at it the next day

I'm still not sure I didn't die

Things were not as they seemed. The known world was shifting, reforming. Everything he'd taken as a given, a fact, as real and unquestioned, had fallen away. But

Waldo? What was that? thought Beauvoir. Some

Surely you can feel it. Do you ever feel lost, as though people are speaking a foreign language, as though there's something going on which everyone else gets, but you don't?

The ways of the Creator, he knew, were hard to fathom. But not nearly as hard as the ways of the created.

What in the name of Buddha's bra is he going on about now?

As I have said with huge wisdomosity many times, boys the world over are a bloody mystery.