Quotes About Overload

Anything which you have in profusion is poison

You put too many songs on your record, and it ends up like a family with too many kids: some of them get neglected.

We now have immediate access to all possible facts. Which is almost the same as having none at all.

You can smell diesel and deep-fried food and vomit and powdered sugar. These days, this is what passes for fun.

We don't know how long you have, but the longer you're in the game, the more you risk fatal overload.

they had more shit on tv than you could believe now.

I grew up in a church where we studied one passage or topic in the Sunday sermon, another in Sunday school, still another on Sunday night, and something entirely different on Wednesday night. Frankly, I never had much of a clue as to what we were studying—something related to the Bible, I suppose. The teaching was far too disjointed to create any sense of focus, and for most of us it was more of a data overload than anything else.

We have information fatigue, anxiety, and glut. We

The Internet is a very powerful tool; unfortunately it's starting to get a little saturated.

We don't live in a culture of censorship, such as the Soviet Union's; we live in a culture where there is too much information, where words are drowned out, not banned, and important ideas and events are ignored.

She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.

There's a lot of noise in the world, and the Internet magnifies that energy.

The contextual age means we're going to have to go to war on noise.

Our culture constantly inundates us with new information, and yet our brains capture so little of it. I can spend half a dozen hours reading a book and then have only a foggy notion of what it was about.

Anyway, all these computers and digital gadgets are no good. They just fill your head with numbers and that can't be good for you.

You know what a blivet is? What. A blivet is ten pounds of shit in a five pound sack.

For decades, computers have been helping us to remember, but now it's time for them to help us to ignore.

allowed the illusion of documents piling on top of each other and overlapping.

Flows of shit» , muttered Bat, «I'd go insane, listening to that all day. It's just a river of 'Hey, this crazy, disgusting thing just happened, and hey, here's another one, and another, and another, has your brain caught fire yet?' It's like disaster porn or something.

Orwell was wrong. You don't need repression. You need only the sensory overload of an age of numbingly ephemeral social media.

Her own bedroom, her own bed. Her own yard. Without a restaurant downstairs, or sirens or cops or dead bodies. No fishy garbage fumes, or flumes of mildewing vegetation, no cacophony of five dialects being smashed together, a solid block of sensory overload rising up the dank central corridor of INT. CHINATOWN SRO.

The unlimited amount of information that I have access to has also given me an unlimited threshold for how I need to be stimulated.

When I'm doing a play like 'Betrayal,' I have to be careful not to get stimulation overload.

Everything happens fast, but nothing actually happens. Each story on televised news is "breaking" until it is displaced by the next one. So we are hit by wave upon wave but never see the ocean. The