Quotes About Disarray

Everything is still falling apart.

Chaos begets chaos begets chaos.

Everything has gone wayward. Sliding sideways into entropy.

This was the fall of 2004. The wider world was deeply fucked, and home also. Two American wars raging—bloodbaths each, bloodbath major and bloodbath minor, ugly, squirrelly hateful clandestine wars marked by betrayal, incompetence and corruption. Don't get me started.

FUBAR." During our exchange, his leg jerked

The hostage hours had blurred into one another, anonymous as a line of smashed pumpkins.

I didn't know what I thought, other than that nothing was easy anymore and no matter what I did, things got messed up.

Cars and trucks were everywhere but parked in driveways. They were crushed in the middle of the street, flipped upside down, wrapped around poles. And

Vendors cursed as their baskets of fruit and vegetables toppled. A bamboo birdcage fell and burst open, scattering a flock of tiny white birds into the dusty air. Barrels rolled wildly through the streets, gushing wine as red as blood.

John Jarndyce] rubbed his head so constantly that not a single hair upon it ever rested in its right place

...chaos of color, like a shattered rainbow...

a confused heap of mingle-mangle").

Deep down inside me, a small voice says to me, something is out of tune.

Ullahbluh! Sehyoh narar, pokehole sann! Manhead very dirty by am anoyato. Like old Dolldy Icon when he cooked up his iggs in bicon. He gatovit and me gotafit and Oalgoak's Cheloven gut a fudden. Povar old pitschobed! Molodeztious

Normalcy has taken leave of the galaxy.

The Gasman leaned over and examined the tangled pile of stereo guts spread out on the kitchen table. "It looks like a robot came in here and threw up," he observed

Attack of the Kitchen Appliances!

The universe is not harmonious: you know that by looking outside.

Muddle is the extra unknown personality in any committee.

Startups on the inside are always badly broken.

I was raised in an environment where chaos was the norm, so I was at my best in chaos.

Order and disorder', said the speaker, 'they each have their beauty.

His other few possessions lay about in the grotto where chance had arranged them.

When in problem, or in doubt, run in cirles, scream and shout