Quotes About Chaos

Why did people run around in random directions when shooting started instead of literally hitting the deck to stay out of the line of fire? How stupid could you get?

The world maddens some, and brutifies others.

"We've taken the world apart," she says, "but we have no idea what to do with the pieces…"

As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos...

After Monday and Tuesday even the calendar says W T F.

Sufficient unto the day is one baby. As long as you are in your right mind don't you ever pray for twins. Twins amount to a permanent riot; and there ain't any real difference between triplets and a insurrection.

A zombie film is not fun without a bunch of stupid people running around and observing how they fail to handle the situation.

Control sometimes hurts more than chaos.

We used to think the apocalypse would be anarchy and zombies. Turns out it's home offices and no toilet paper.

I love the English aesthetic; in a way, I feel it is close to my own, a beautiful chaos; it is a powerful mix of the past and the present.

Democracy is the art of running the circus from the monkey cage.

I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim, Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge, or lustre, or name.

Life is like a cobweb, not an organization chart.

There is no peace in a chaotic mind

chaos is the neighbour of God: but everything's usually neat and tidy in hell...

Chaos comes before all principles of order & entropy, it's neither a god nor a maggot, its idiotic desires encompass & define every possible choreography, all meaningless aethers & phlogistons: its masks are crystallizations of its own facelessness, like clouds.

In a spectaculist fabrication, the cardinal rule is Shit Blows Up.

Slipstream – sorry, infernokrusher - takes a cut-throat razor to the hackneyed clichés of both strange and mundane genres. It cannibalises them, retrofits them, treats them the way Godzilla treats Tokyo, the Burroughs treats Interzone. Smash and grab. Cut up and fold in.

Der Krieg stellt Fragen, auf die der Frieden keine Antwort hat.

A beautiful woman is a car crash. Shiny asphalt and smoking rubber. Melted plastic and metal edges. Glimmering glass shrapnel iridescence scattered across the road. Haphazard beauty. Dignified and slightly terrifying.

When all your lovers start to die. You wake alone and wonder why they left you here to document the wreckage. They tell me that it's art I make, in all this chaos I create.

The next star shell revealed a horrific panorama: The snow was smeared with blood. Twisted corpses and shorn body parts had been flung in all directions.

So basically your plan is to flail about helplessly.

This is what it means to create: not to make something out of nothing, but to make order out of chaos. A creative scientist or historian does not make up facts but orders facts; he sees connections between them rather than seeing them as random data. A creative writer does not make up new words but arranges familiar words in patterns which say something fresh to us.