Samuel R. Delany Quotes

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

I have no idea,' he tells her, and there is such a spark in his eye when he says it, she can tell having no idea is exactly the way he wants it.

Sometimes I feel like a beetle crawling through a fusion power plant. I can feel a certain amount, see a certain amount, but I sure as hell don't understand everything.

You do things and do things and nobody really has a clue.

I did not understand them but they did not have any mystery, and when I understood them they meant nothing to me. I was sorry about this but there was nothing I could do about it.

By clarity I don't mean that we're always in kind of a simple area where everything is clear and comforting and understood. Clarity is certainly a way toward disorientation because if you don't start out - if the reader isn't grounded, if the reader is disoriented in the beginning of the poem, then the reader can't be led astray or disoriented later.

I can't imagine what possessed you to propose to me." "Well that will give you something to puzzle over any time you can't sleep.

If you ever got me, you wouldn't have a clue what to do with me.

But I still couldn't figure out what it all meant. The more I found out, the less I understood.

There are many things that I don't understand.

September could see it. She did not know what is was she saw. That is the disadvantage of being a heroine, rather than a narrator. She knew only that a red light glowed and went dark, glowed and went dark.

The more you play it the less you know about it.

I am more lost in wonder than ever.

The mystery was gone but the amazement was just starting.

You always admire what you really don't understand. - Eleanor Roosevelt

The unknown always passes for the marvellous.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?

No wonder is greater than any other wonder, and if once explained ceases to be a wonder.

Something that simply mystifies me.

Our ignorance can be divided into problems and mysteries. When we face a problem, we may not know its solution, but we have insight, increasing knowledge, and an inkling of what we are looking for. When we face a mystery, however, we can only stare in wonder and bewilderment, not knowing what an explanation would even look like.

As you yourself have said, what other explanation can there be?' Poirot stared straight ahead of him. 'That is what I ask myself,' he said. 'That is what I never cease to ask myself.

It's my object to be stared at like a dog that's just been shown a card trick.

They knew many things but had no idea why. And strangely this made them more, rather than less, certain that they were right.

I know nothing at all about women. They are an amazing, beautiful mystery.