Quotes About Intricacy

A small tug at a complicated knot that would take generations to unpick.

Depth answers only to depth .

It had more corners in it than the brain of an obstinate man;

Normally, when they opened up the womb, they were presented with the top of the baby's head, and then with its face, its eyes squinched tight. All they could see inside Chiasoka was a mess of tubes, like a bowlful of thick cannelloni, although some of the tubes appeared to have rows of small nobbles on them, which could have been rudimentary fingers.

Women have usually been better at this than men, haven't they? Pursuing these subtleties?" "Women have no choice but to be this way if we want any kind of influence, or simply a little control of our own lives.

Another feature that everybody notices about the universe is that it's complex.

Anyone who wants simple, pat stories should buy another author's product. The real universe ain't that way, and neither are my fictive ones.

Women are complicated. We all know that.

Perhaps grown women are beings of a good deal more complexity than cats

I want to give my characters nuance.

Thoughts ramble through my head like nervous burglars in a pitch-black house.

Belive you me, this maze is a labrinth!

People are complicated, she continued, and the ones who aren't are boring. Then maybe I'm boring. We looked at each other, and in a genuinely sad voice, she said, Maybe you are.

Métase en berenjenales.

the sequence of letters in the DNA did not reveal how it worked; what was important was

The human body is strangely made and sometimes it pays not to think about it too closely.

We must remember that there's more than one story and plot in every novel. There are at least as many stories as there are main characters, and each of these stories has to have multiple plots to keep it going – blood and bone, nerve and tissue, forgotten longing and unknown events.

This image was fixed in my mind, like one of the memories from her childhood that I'd made her explain so intricately that I remembered it as if it were mine.

The Spider is a lovely lady. She knows just what to do. She weaves a dainty web to catch the morning dew...

Enigszins ontheemd stonden zij bij hen, maar zonder in hen op te gaan, als vetkringen in de bouillon.

Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff.

Each particle of matter is an immensity, each leaf a world, each insect an inexplicable compendium.

Patience! Patience! The world is a vast and ghastly intricacy of mechanism, and one has to be very wary, not to get mangled by it.

Intricacy that counts is mainly intricacy at eye level, change in the rise of ground, groupings of trees, openings leading to various focal points—in short, subtle expressions of difference. The subtle differences in setting are then exaggerated by the differences in use that grow up among them.