Quotes About Chaos

You guys are whackjobs separately. Together, you're a Goddamn nuthouse.

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

What ceremony of words can patch the havoc?

My biggest trouble is that people look at me and think that no serious trouble has ever troubled my little head. They seldom realize the chaos that seethes behind my exterior. As for the who Am I, what am I angle...that will preoccupy me till the day I die.

By?o mi oboj?tnie i bardzo pusto - tak musi by? w oku cyklonu. Absolutna cisza w samym ?rodku szalej?cego ?ywio?u.

When I say I must write, I don't mean I must publish. There is a great difference. the important thing is the chaotic form given to my chaotic experience, which is, as it was for James Joyce, my kind of religion, and necessary for me...as the confession and absolution for a Catholic in church.

felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

surrounding hullabaloo.

What a hotch-potch the world was!

I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.)

I am mad, calls the spider, waving its many arms. And in truth it is terrible, Multiplied in the eyes of the flies.

Me sentía muy quieta y muy vacía, como el ojo de un huracán, avanzando a duras penas en medio de la vorágine.

You blow up innocent people and get nuts to shoot cops. Get all the angry losers to burn cars in the streets. You're not saving anybody from anything.

and we conclude that the division between Conservative verse and vers libre does not exist, for there is only good verse, bad verse, and chaos.

the boiling human chaos of metropolitan New York

On his life between 1926-1927: like a bad Russian novel

16 But cynicism is always the indication of a mental chaos, or at least a mental disjunction and lack of unity.

As I continued through the streets, through the smoke of the burnings and the rubble of the fires and explosions--for during the chaos of the quarantine parts of the city had become something like war zones--my heart began to perceive that there was a wound in the material world that no amount of science could heal, that in fact science itself was only the helpful lie told to a dying man.

Order. I must find some order. If the universe has none, or at least none we can discern, well, then it is our job to give it some. I have always believed that.

Moroccan traffic isn't like normal traffic. It's armed combat, a war of wills, in which only the very bravest have a chance to survive.

He was a god, the greatest of those who ruled two-leggers, but he was no Chaos queen. Her supply of awed terror was used up for today.

ONE NIGHT, AZHRARN Prince of Demons, one of the Lords of Darkness, took on him, for amusement, the shape of a great black eagle. East and west he flew, beating with his vast wings, north and south, to the four edges of the world, for in those days the earth was flat and floated on the ocean of chaos.

What is reality after all, he said. Did we not invent all this, are we not God, any and all of us? He spread his own elegant hand on the table. I could pass my hand through the wood as if through water. Any man, any woman, could do it. No chains, no bindings. It's a world of chaos restrained solely by the human mind, which then, afraid of itself, steps back and says, see this colossal machine over which I have no power at all.