I got a lot of paradoxes in my life. I guess I'm a real confused person, but there are some focused parts to my life now, and I'm slowly trying to put all the pieces back together.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love paradox. I like to go where people don't expect me to go.
I'm a real paradox. Because I'm a very serious person, and I take my work very seriously. But I wrap it up in a court jester and a clown and make people laugh and make them feel good about themselves.
I think one of the primary themes in my work is the paradox of memory, at once fundamental to our sense of who we are and yet elusive, ever-changing, fragmentary. One way to look at this is to say that, therefore, we ourselves are elusive, ever-changing and fragmentary to ourselves.
The paradox is really the pathos of intellectual life and just as only great souls are exposed to passions it is only the great thinker who is exposed to what I call paradoxes, which are nothing else than grandiose thoughts in embryo.
There are many of these apparent philosophical paradoxes or contradictions which don't concern me anymore.
The paradox is, I can't miss the good things about my father while he is alive, but I will of course miss him... when he is dead.
It was such a paradox for me that the only thing I know how to do is act, but that the first thing I abandoned while writing were the characters.
Ordinary readers, forgive my paradoxes: one must make them when one reflects; and whatever you may say, I prefer being a man with paradoxes than a man with prejudices.
Actions are always more complex and nuanced than they seem. We have to be willing to wrestle with paradox in pursuing understanding.
How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress.