Quotes About Perplexity

The tremendous bruising force of history, sometimes random, often without logic or resolution, may produce a work of fiction that leans for its effectiveness on structure and pattern, on a detailed unraveling of some old perplexity or anxiety, some lingering confusion out there, in three dimensions, where the blood is thick and real but the gunshots can go uncounted.

Is it raining," I said, "or isn't it?

Forget the complaints against complexity; instead, complain about confusion.

never figured out what sort of animal I was

And Harold came into Perpetua's apartment. He said, 'I just want to know one thing. Are you happy?' 'Sure,' Perpetua said. (Donald Barthelme, Perpetua)

I have to admit we are mired in the most exquisite mysterious muck. This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.

It seemed to proclaim itself a mystery, but one there was no point in solving - an ongoing low-grade mystery.

I have to admit we are locked in the most exquisite mysterious muck. This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.

Cubitum eamus? What? Nothing.

He had to be putting me on. No one was this slow outside of HEE HAW.

Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Kira complained. "Everything is simple," Alera said. "Doing it is complicated.

I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it.

I will never to the end of my days ever begin to understand my fellow human beings.

I can resolve your perplexity,' said Fianosther. 'Your booth occupies the site of the old gibbet, and has absorbed unlucky essences. But I thought to notice you examining the manner in which the timbers of my booth are joined. You will obtain a better view from within, but first I must shorten the chain of the captive erb which roams the premises during the night.' 'No need,' said Cugel. 'My interest was cursory.

Iris didn't understand his happiness. How this was so absolutely enough for him.

And my difficulties were these: I found each plant, each new turn in the road, each new turn in the weather, from cold to hot and then back again, each new set of boulders so absorbing, so new, and the newness so absorbing, and I was so in need of an explanation for each thing, that I was often in tears, troubling myself with questions, such as what am I and what is the thing in front of me.

Is she laughing at me?'' Cruz said. Both of his men replied, 'Yes.

Coxeter also wrote a long mathematical explanation in his letter, which was beyond Escher's comprehension, as he remarked in a letter to George and Corrie. Baarn, 28 May 1960: 'I had an enthusiastic letter from Coexter about my coloured fish, which I sent him. Three pages of explanation of what I actually did... It's a pity that I understand nothing, absolutely nothing of it...

Dear reader. Dear, dear reader. Here we find ourselves, you and me, engaged in a book in which someone has just exclaimed, in all seriousness, 'The sentient lobsters!' How did we end up here? Did we make some mistake along the way?

I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence.

Castleford looked up lazily. He turned his gaze on Summerhays. "What is wrong with him, to get him all puffed up like he holds a bad wind that needs farting?" "Fate. Passion. The stupidity of life." Castleford drank some coffee. "In other words, he has fallen in love.

I know, now, how I would answer Chiron. I would say: there is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong.

Because I don't understand Him. Why He is, who He is, or how He is. And Maurice tells me I am quite intelligent. I think God must be very intelligent to be so much more intelligent than I am. To give me no clues. No certainties. No sights. No reasons. No motives.

is this?" Wally growled angrily. "Why is everybody