Rebecca Solnit Quotes

Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.

I don't even know what progressive is anymore, to be honest!

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then

The fallen autumn leaves were slick beneath Bod's feet, and the mists blurred the edges of the world. Nothing was as clean-cut as he had thought it, a few minutes before.

Like a word on a page that you’ve printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And you feel scared for a second, like you’ve lost something, even if you’re not sure what it is.

Change was everywhere. People were gone, or changed, and that was almost like being gone.

To me Donnie Darko was about adolescence. And about how, as soon as you start to grow up and you sort of move out into the world, you realize everything is so trippy. That anything can be anything.

It was a strangely disorienting feeling, to have something you'd relied on for so long start to change, like finding out that gravity no longer worked on Mondays.

How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.

I've been on the road for four years. I won't recognise the place again, until I walk out on stage.

It's a very confusing era that we're in.

One minute you're a slug and the next minute you're a hero, so you don't know what to think.

The next time you experience a blackout, take some solace by looking at the sky. You will not recognize it.

Change brings opportunities. On the other hand, change can be confusing.

The world changed. Hollywood changed. I think we've lost something, and we don't know how to get it back.

I frequently hear our present period described as uncertain, confused, chaotic.

I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep.

Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.

The things I'm guided to do are really strange to me.

Part of what confuses people in times of upheaval is that you're getting so many different points of view and directions and so and so, how to do this and do that. And a lot of it is written in a language that honestly most people cannot understand.

Everything is always a little surreal.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

I think it should be evident by now, but I'm as lost as anyone.

People don't seem to want vision anymore, in large part because they sense that no one has a vision that can encompass a contradictory world.