Ernest Cline Quotes

What am I supposed to do here? What am I supposed to think?

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.

It is beyond my apprehension.

More advice. Don't go near the Old One. Do go near the Old One. Don't stay past twelve. Trust the Will. Don't trust the Will. I wish someone would tell me something straightforward for once.

Why do I write? The truth, the unvarnished truth, is that I haven't a clue.

I feel like I am involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell me the rules, and who smiles all the time.

The more I see, the less I know.

Wasn't that the way it always was? You didn't know, you couldn't tell, you just let it happen... Perhaps they didn't know themselves. Sometimes the line was very fine.

No one knows what to do with you, girlie.

And that was it. All this buildup to a great leap, and I didn't fall or fly. Instead I found myself back on the edge of the cliff, blinking, wondering if I'd ever jumped at all. It's not supposed to be like this.

We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn't really an answer to that question.

Going forward seems like retreat.

A sage steers by the bright light of confusion and doubt.

I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?

Everyone is as confused as I am.

Life seemed even more of a guessing game than usual.

And what am I to do on the occasion? -- It seems an hopeless business.

I've looked at life from both sides now...from win and lose, and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all.

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

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

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

This is what I see, and what troubles me. I look on all sides, and everywhere I see nothing but obscurity. Nature offers me nothing that is not a matter of doubt and disquiet.

I could add her to the long list of people I didn't understand.

It is ludicrous to read the microwave direction on the boxes of food you buy, as each one will have a disclaimer: THIS WILL VARY WITH YOUR MICROWAVE. Loosely translated, this means, You're on your own, Bernice.

You can't blow an uncertain trumpet.