Quotes About Chaos

in the background she can hear the shopping carts performing their clashy, anal copulations.

It's--my God--like you stretched a tarp across a stadium to turn it into a giant tom-tom and crashed a 747 into it.

War did not just level, it plowed the field, raising the muck and sinking the stubble.

The stars' positions were randomly generated, a fact that drove Pluto crazy.

Cut, the journalist says, turning into the camera. Just cut. The Babble Brigade has started up again. The soundtrack now consists of a thousand people speaking in tongues under the high-pitched, shit-eating chuckles of L. Bob Rife. This is the miracle of tongues, Rife shouts above the tumult. I can understand every word these people are saying. Can you, brother?

At any rate the total number of persons at the table was not enormously larger than the number of categories, meaning that nearly everyone present was reacting in an altogether different way, and in most cases doing so rather strongly, leading to a pandemonium of fainting, screaming, knife waving, malicious glaring, furious remonstration, hand-clapping delight, dismay, judicious beard stroking, etc. to say nothing of secondary interactions, as when a knife waver collided with a screamer.

AMONGOL, KNOCKED INTO a cook fire during the initial surge of horsemen, had lived long enough to run—shirt and hair on fire—into the rows of tents. Rutger assumed he had died from the burns, but before he had expired, the flames had leaped from him to several tents. The fire was spreading, and a haze of ash and embers was starting to fill the air. A storm of glittering snow.

The ineffable talent for finding patterns in chaos cannot do its thing unless he immerses himself in the chaos first.

Pronounces the name of everything created?' In many Creation myths, to name a thing is to create it. He is referred to, in various myths, as 'expert who instituted incantations,' 'word-rich,' 'Enki, master of all the right commands,' as Kramer and Maier have it, 'His word can bring order where there had been only chaos and introduce disorder where there had been harmony.

For they'd come out into the hurricane where Threadneedle, Cornhill, Poultry, and Lombard all collided.

It was the destruction of our society. When our society was based upon planting, it could truly be said, as the Master did, "Virtue is the root; wealth is the result.' But under the Western ti, wealth comes not from virtue but from cleverness. So the filial relationships became deranged. Chaos

the United States was a different story. It was, as all the world knew, a completely insane and out-of-hand country, unable to control itself.

Fenris was a giant wolf of Norse mythology who, it was prophesied, would return one day to fuck everything up, and such were the ground rules of that mythos that there was nothing the gods could do about it).

The universe was a disorderly mess, the only interesting bits being the organized anomalies.

Pain scares him, death doesn't especially (he never expected to live so long!), but chaos, and the feeling that the world is not behaving according to rational laws, put him into the same state of animal terror as a dog who's being dissected alive but cannot understand why.

Since the military part of town could not tolerate disarray and the commercial part found it unprofitable, all of the chaos had been pushed into the old town, which had become the kingdom of broken plans and improvisations

The rest of the day is spent, by Lawrence Pritchard Waterhouse and the rest of the Navy, grappling with the fact that many two-dimensional structures on this and other ships, which were put into place to prevent various fluids from commingling (e.g. fuel and air) have holes in them, and not only that but a lot of shit is on fire too and things are more than a little smoky. Certain objects that are supposed to (a) remain horizontal and (b) support heavy things have ceased to do either.

I jumped in the mosh pit, and some kid punched me in the chin, so I swung on ceiling pipes and kicked people in the head.

Life is a nightmare

People like death and mayhem.

The evidence all points to the fact that we occupy not a well-mannered clockwork universe, but a destructive, violent, and hostile zoo.

Seems the World goes batshit crazy, every few decades. Just long enough to forget the last time the World went batshit crazy.

the universe is under no obligation to make sense to us.

Without women, there would be perpetual war and chaos. With them, there was only chaos.