Clement Freud Quotes

It's my memory, and what happened between that moment 10 or 15 years ago and now, there's a lot of gray area.

It is difficult to separate, at times, the myth from the truth.

I feel like I've dreamed half of my life that hasn't happened yet, so a lot of times I'm going along, and I do stuff, and I know that I've done it. I have deja vus more than I have regular experiences. If half of your day is a deja vu, then you start to wonder, 'What is real and what isn't?'

I only know that I fired twice, or perhaps several times, without knowing whether I had hit or missed.

It's just not easy to explain to someone else what you don't understand yourself.

Life is extremely complicated.

To tell you the truth, it's a complex piece, so I can't really answer your question at present.

I tend not to look back. It's confusing.

I said I thought first I was on the stairs; then I remembered I was in the kitchen when he came in.

He who wars, walks in a mist, through which the keenest eyes cannot always discern the right path.

It's a murky world out there, and it's hard to figure things out sometimes.

Have you ever been to Colorado?" I frowned. "Is that one of those square ones, in the middle?

Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

Most people, probably, are in doubt about certain matters ascribed to their past. They may have seen them, may have said them, done them, or they may only have dreamed or imagined they did so.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost.

You can't learn something about all women. Sometimes I feel that the older I get, the less of a grip I've got on it.

Life seemed even more of a guessing game than usual.

I think men don't know what they want, so the idea of not knowing what they're getting makes it a little easier on them.

I don't have any of the answers, son. Never did. All I can do is keep asking the questions. Keep trying to make sense of why people do what they do.

I didn't apply to different schools. I wasn't really sure what I was going to do.

I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.

The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now

She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.

What I mean is, I don't know what I mean.