Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone…
“Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story? That I do not know. Hence I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for some one to wear them. Thus waiting, thus speculating, making this note and then an· other I do not cling to life. I shall be brushed like a bee from a sunflower. My philosophy, always accumulating, welling up moment by moment, runs like quicksilver a dozen ways at once.”
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The narrator sees everyday moments as stories, doubts a single truth, and keeps thoughts suspended, reflecting a fluid, ever‑changing philosophy.
In simple terms: Every small scene is a story; truth is uncertain; thoughts linger.
Embrace uncertainty and let ideas flow.
Themes
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Type
When to use this quote
- writing
- observing daily life
- creative brainstorming
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What stories do you overlook daily?
- How can you capture fleeting thoughts?
Over‑analysis may lead to indecision.