Quotes About Chaos

It's a kind of madness in cosmopolitan cities now.

By the end of Fashion Week my apartment is covered with makeup and clothes and shoes. Everything you can think of.

We live in crazy times - that is true - and things have gotten crazier, but it still doesn't feel like the turn of the century.

Part of the fun of kids is the craziness, and you've got to embrace that side of it as well.

There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy.

You know, we live in a crazy world, I have to say.

It's a crazy world!

The thing about the creative process is it's so chaotic.

Sometimes the crowd is the madness - at others it's the absence of the crowd that is.

In a house where there are small children the bathroom soon takes on the appearance of the Old Curiosity Shop.

In a world with no systems, with chaos, everything becomes a guerilla struggle, and this predictability is not there. And it becomes almost impossible to save lives, educate kids, develop economies, whatever.

Aren't we at the point where the closer we get to chaos, the more concern that there should be about coming to the table and compromising with Democrats? This is not leadership. This is almost like dictatorship.

The trickster's function is to break taboos, create mischief, stir things up. In the end, the trickster gives people what they really want, some sort of freedom.

I am a believer in discipline; it takes a lot to do well. You need discipline for those little excursions into the chaotic that make life interesting.

We are always in favour of diplomacy and talks... but talks need honesty. Trump's call for direct talks is only for domestic consumption in America ahead of elections... and to create chaos in Iran.

Gardeners may create order briefly out of chaos, but nature always gets the last word, and what it says is usually untidy by human standards. But I find all states of nature beautiful, and because I want to delight in my garden, not rule it, I just accept my yen to tame the chaos on one day and let the Japanese beetles run riot on the next.

My head is full of monsters and I'm one of them.

Chasing a burning girl down a city street is a lot harder than it sounds. Civilians tend to stop and stare and this turns them into human bowling pins. Slow whiny bowling pins.

The five of us are the big brains supposedly in charge of Hell. Really, we're a bunch of second-rate mechanics trying to keep the wheels from coming off a burning gasoline truck skidding toward a school bus full of orphans and kittens.

I got my ass kicked by some third-rate spooks and now my nice kitchen looks like a drunk brontosaurus tried to fuck the dishwasher.

L.A. is a lot to take in when it's not on fire.

It would be simpler than dealing with this sideshow.

I DUMP KASABIAN back in our room over Max Overload around 5 A.M. I didn't even bother putting him back in his bowling bag on the way home. Anyone wandering the streets at that hour deserves to see a severed head singing "Good Vibrations.

The future is a mess, the past is a wreck, and I'm center stage at the shit storm of the century.