I was told there would be riots in the streets, but there were no riots.

The consumer is going through a period around the world of uncertainty - whether geopolitical uncertainty, economic uncertainty - and that makes them a little nervous as well.

We see the world as less random than it actually is.

Risk is the stuff that sucks the predictability right out of the very things that we desperately wish were predictable.

We are all in the same boat, boat of life. Does not seem to be a rudder with oarsman. Perhaps my words may find a path, path through currents and waters as we continue our journey on river of life. -...

But it's like no matter how much energy you pour into getting to the station on time, or getting on the right train, there's still no guarantee that anybody's gonna be there for you to pick you up...

I believe the uncertain times are almost upon us, and they are much more uncertain than I imagined.

Life is a weird place, what gonna happen next? No one knows it and nothing is guaranteed.

In today's globalized world nothing is sure. Routines are falling

What is expected does not happen. It is the unexpected that occurs.

"That's a huge gamble." "We're long past the time for careful certainty."

Never cross a river if it is on average four feet deep

No matter how sophisticated our choices, how good we are at dominating the odds, randomness will have the last word.

Probably is a word with an emergency ejector seat.

Rarely did events play out as imagined, in any case. The order of future events was transient. In the same way that the past was reconfigured by selective memory, future events, too, were moving...

I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.

A spinning coin, still balanced on its rim, may fall in either direction.

My voice is born repeatedly in the fields of uncertainty.

And of course I didn't know who would marry me now that I'd been where I had been. I didn't know at all.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's...

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.