Quotes About Chaos

Il caos intero piombò in quell'intelligenza (tout le chaos ruola dans cette intelligence)

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

the people are the biggest horror show on earth, have been for centuries.

God damn the geraniums! ...It was like trying to screw during an aerial attack.

The whole scene was indecent, mad. It smacked of murder and assassination.

you have to accept this reality as the madhouse walls bulge break and the terrified insane flood our ugly streets. you have to accept terrible reality.

I felt better when everything was in disorder. It will take me some months to get back to normal: I can't even find a roach to commune with. I have lost my rhythm. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I have been robbed of my filth.

I told her, Hang tight, baby, it's a crazy world. And that, as they say, was that.

a poem is a city burning

Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid.

Anything goes now, apparently," Fiedel told me. "The lunatics have taken over the asylum.

Smoke rose into the sky in great, juddering pillars. In

The comeliest order on earth is but a heap of random sweepings.

The universe is a brightly colored blur of fast-moving shapes augmented by deafening noises.

Some people can mess up anything, and computational demonology adds a new and unwelcome meaning to terms like "memory leak" and "debugger.

In a sufficiently large crisis, sane and measured responses go out the window.

Autarchies had been shattered, hermit kingdoms destroyed. Almost a billion had died in war, plague, starvation, and madness. But worse was yet to come, as what passed for civilization on this world guttered and faded beneath the penumbra of a darkness deeper than eternal night.

One Week Get tussled about by Bangkok's chaos, then cruise up to Sukhothai to tour the quiet old ruins. Continue north to Chiang Mai, an easygoing cultural city. Climb up the mountain range to Pai for mountain scenery and bluesy late-nighters.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. —W. B. Yeats, "The Second Coming

The difficult task of learning how to make moral choices, how to accept personal responsibility, how to deal with the chaos of human life is handed over to God-like authority figures. The process makes possible a perpetuation of childhood. It allows the adult to bask in the warm glow and magic of divine protection. It

The Widelux is a fickle mistress; its viewfinder isn't accurate, and there's no manual focus, so it has an arbitrariness to it, a capricious quality. I like that.

When I was on 'Complete Savages,' the cast sometimes found themselves running from a mob of girls. There is nothing quite like that.

London is a modern Babylon.

I have so many messy moments.