Quotes About Intricacy

He was a thread of gold running straight into the woof of a carpet woven by a madman.

spiderwebs that looked expansive and sturdy enough to snare a flying dog.

We Ignore the Complexity of Human Motivations

Memory is ours as long as we live. Every person is like a snowflake. Every person, like every snowflake is unique. Both people and snowflakes have intricate patterns which have never been replicated and never will. Yet both people and snowflakes melt away before our eyes. Each is frail. Each is, in its own way, something beautiful. Each is so very delicate and vulnerable. Each is precious beyond words.

The devil is in the detail.

Every life is complicated, every mind a kingdom of unmapped mysteries.

How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.

with several steep gables, and it took her several minutes to look at every

English is a bitch

You're the lily and I'm the bee that gets inside.

web of a drunken spider.

The beauty of Sudhir's protagonists is that they are not shown as black and white. There are various layers to the characters.

It's the murkiness of humanity that I find endlessly fascinating.

The orthogonal features, when combined, can explode into complexity.

I never thought of Kim Basinger in terms of age. For me she embodies woman with her subtleties and intricacies. She's sensual and intellectually engaging, elegant with a very strong personal style.

Electron microscopes let us wander the remote universe of our own cells.

Miniatures made her feel like she was larger than life, like the world was in the palm of her hand.

The problem has just suddenly become a lot more interesting. Er, difficult. It's just become a bit more difficult.

complexity. Assuming

No one is every only one thing. Inside one person there are so many different people, and quite often they're at war with each other, and sometimes one of them is winning, and sometimes another. We're all so hard to understand, aren't we? I don't even understand myself.

They moved in dance steps too intricate for the noninitiated eye to imitate or understand. Clearly they were of one soul. Handsome, rangy, wildly various, they were bound in total loyalty, not by oath, but by the simple, unquestioning belongingness of part of one organism.

Which was strange, like watching a tangle of loose threads unravel and plait themselves into a single braided cord, stretching ahead into the future.

History is an intricate process. It errs, advances and retreats, searches here, there, and sometimes gets trapped in a dead end. Only the future can judge, can find appropriate measure.

Within every great book there are several others.