Quotes About Chaos

Las mismas leyes que nos mantienen a salvo nos condenan al aburrimiento. Sin acceso al caos verdadero, nunca lograremos la paz verdadera.

Todos los descubrimientos verdaderos surgen del caos, son resultado de dirigirse hacia lo que parece incorrecto y ridículo y tonto.

y estamos sin control ni salvación ni dirección ni escapatoria, y estamos muertos.

With enough soap," Tyler says, you could blow up the whole world.

We're living in a teetering tower of babble. A shaky reality of words. A DNA soup for disaster. The natural world destroyed, we're left with this cluttered world of language.

War is not a state of being. It is meant to be a temporary chaos between periods of peace. Some want it to be a course of things: a default fact of existence. But I will not let that be so.

War is not a state of being. It is meant to be a temporary chaos between periods of peace.

Coruscant is in chaos, and Mas Amedda is trapped. He

The Empire is in chaos. As the old order crumbles, the fledgling New Republic seeks a swift end to the galactic conflict. Many Imperial leaders have fled from their posts, hoping to escape justice in the farthest corners of known space.

Emotionally she's a garage full of cats on fire.

The second Death Star is destroyed. The Emperor and his powerful enforcer, Darth Vader, are rumored to be dead. The Galactic Empire is in chaos. Across the galaxy, some systems celebrate, while in others Imperial factions tighten their grip. Optimism and fear reign side by side. And while the Rebel Alliance engages the fractured forces of the Empire, a lone rebel scout uncovers a secret Imperial meeting….

War is not a state of being. It is meant to be a temporary chaos between periods of peace. Some want it to be the course of things: a default fact of existence.

This is democracy," she says. "It is strange. And it is messy. It's not about getting it right. It's about trying to get it right. Yes, it's a bit chaotic. Certainly we will get some things wrong.

The second Death Star is destroyed. The Emperor and his powerful enforcer, Darth Vader, are rumored to be dead. The Galactic Empire is in chaos.

America, burning. Cornfields on fire. Sickness in the streets.

America, burning. Cornfields on fire. Sickness in the streets. The people poisoned by their own food and by each other. Red parachutes in the sky: invasion. Dead people in the streets: plague. The stars-and-stripes cut to ribbons and burned for warmth as a long winter sinks its teeth in and never lets go.

Capitalism is the act of flirting with disaster. It's the mode of economics that sends us over the cliff and charges us for the privilege of getting saved just before we crater. Capitalism manufactures chaos and catastrophe and then manufactures the solution to chaos and catastrophe.

War is not a state of being. It is meant to be a temporary chaos between periods of peace. Some want it to be the course of things: a default fact of existence. But I will not let that be so.

The shelves had been stripped bare and battered to Hell, as if some super-important Christmas toy release had come and gone and an army of Super-Moms had ripped through the store, buying everything up like an all-consuming void. Didn't hurt that many of the shelves were lined with piles of bones both animal and human.

Ramping a jacked-up hell-quad over a dirge-singing pack of goblins with a burned-to-death stuntman at the wheel. I'm

Dad wouldn't be able to find his own butt with a map and a fully charged Ass Detector.

Everything has gone wayward. Sliding sideways into entropy.

the world's gone to hell, and we're driving through Satan's lower intestine

Control lost.