George R. R. Martin Quotes

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" In reality, "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" were probably not Simon Bolivar's last words (although he did, historically, say them). His last words may have been "Jose! Bring the luggage. They do not want us here." The significant source for "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" is also Alaska's source, Gabriel Garcia Marquez's The General in his Labyrinth.

Trying to find my way around the Rayburn building is always a challenge. Combining my poor sense of direction with a confusing design is not good.

Politics is a labyrinth without a clue.

What planet are you on?

I asked for more information because I am unable to unscrew the inscrutable.

London is a vast, complex city designed by the same guy who created the Habitrail.

What's clarity like? Try to remember that funny feeling inside your head when you had math problems too difficult to solve: the faint buzzing noise in your ears, a heaviness on both sides of your skull, and the sensation that your brain is twitching inside your cranium like a fish on the beach. This is the opposite sensation of clarity. Yet for many people of my era, as they aged, this sensation became the dominant sensation of their lives. It was as though day-to-day twentieth century living had become an unsolvable algebraic equation.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth.

Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.

I will build you a castle with a tower so high it reaches the moon.

Every labyrinth has its minotaur

The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.

I was in a maze. No matter which way I turned, it was the wrong way.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling

I choose the labyrinth.

Damn it, how will I ever get out of this labyrinth?

A labyrinth, when it is big enough, is just the world.

Everything takes longer and costs more.

I wanted us to share the sense that the number of wrong moves far exceeds the number of good moves, to share the frightening instability of the correct decision, to bond in being confounded.

Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

We are in a maze which we built, and then we fell into, now can't get out. To make the game into something real, something more than merely an intellectual exercise, we elected to lose our exceptional faculties, to reduce us an entire level. This unfortunately, includes a loss of memory.

What time is it in New York?" He shook his head. "An hour later than it is here. The earth simply has to revolve, Eve, however annoying it is for you." "It can revolve all it wants. I just don't see why people can't settle on the same time.

Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.

The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance.