Swimming is a confusing sport, because sometimes you do it for fun, and other times you do it to not die. And when I’m swimming, sometimes I’m not sure which one it is.
I think many of us were parented the way that I was—with a lot of love and a handful of confusion.
I hate to see things going all criss-cross and getting snarled up, when a pull here and a snip there would straighten it out.
I’m as confused as the little boy who dropped his chewing gum on the henhouse floor… and thought he picked it up.
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
Confusion is always the most honest response.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.
That which is static and repetitive is boring. That which is dynamic and random is confusing. In between lies art.
Anyone who isn’t confused really doesn’t understand the situation.