Jasper Fforde Quotes

I tell myself that I know you, and then when I think about it, I realize that I don't.

Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.

So basically, I don't know what I'm talking about. But maybe I do.

The more I see the less I know for sure.

But I know that all the things I do know are very small compared with the things that I don't know.

All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty.

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about. If you could hear other people’s thoughts, you’d overhear things that are true as well as things that are completely random. And you wouldn’t know one from the other. It’d drive you insane. What’s true? What’s not? A million ideas, but what do they mean?

While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday.

Sometimes I'm confused by what I think is really obvious. But what I think is really obvious obviously isn't obvious.

The more I see, the less I know.

I'm not sure I know what "normal" is.

I think there was always that question mark of why am I not in St. Louis anymore? I think everybody had those questions and probably had those perceptions of me.

The more I know, the less I understand

I think of how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.

I couldn't tell if I was perspicacious or paranoid.

And this was the main precondition, that anything might be something else. Once I'd accepted that, it followed that I might be mad, or that someone might think me mad. How could I say for certain that I wasn't, if I couldn't say for certain that a curtain wasn't a mountain range?

One of the curious effects of a bad hangover is that you think you're wrong whether you are or not. Not wrong in particulars, but wrong in general, wrong about everything.

I think that there's some confusion in my own mind about what I believe.

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

I think, therefore I am confused.

It's hard to distinguish when I was actually struggling from when I only felt like I was struggling - which was pretty much always.

Now I'm confused. Now I don't know what I want.

Anyone who isn't confused really doesn't understand the situation.

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

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