Quotes About Complexity

if Watson is going to replace any physicians, it will likely be at the low end of complexity—for

Terroir tests the limits of science, it is never precise, it is essentially an untellable story.

Human nature consists of knobs and of mechanisms for tuning the knobs, and both are invisible in their own way.

the line between society and organism is unclear.

Ahora mismo, yo me pregunto, mirándote: ¿Con qué ojos mira una mujer a un hombre? Eso es lo que nunca sabremos. ¿No te parece? Vos para mí eras un desgraciado, al que de un revés se lo saca uno de adelante. Pero para ella, ¿quién eras vos? Ese es el punto oscuro. ¿Lo supiste alguna vez? Decíme francamente: ¿supiste vos en tu corazón qué hombre eras para tu mujer? ¿Qué es lo que ella vio en vos para sufrir tanto a tu lado, y soportarte como lo hizo?

Cuando Erdosain salió, la Coja le envolvió en una mirada singular, mirada de abanico que corta con una oblicua el cuerpo de un hombre de pies a cabeza, recogiendo en tangente toda la geometría interior de su vida.

Everybody tends to pigeonhole things they don't understand," said San Epifanio.

Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better. But better can sometimes mean worse, if you're a woman

Maybe "warehouses" equals "mothers", a wide margin of error is permissible when you're dealing with super-impositions.

Among other things, my own experience has led me to believe that American naivete can sometimes be more than it seems; it can hide something we Europeans can't or don't want to understand.

This story is very simple, although it could have been very complicated. Also, it's incomplete, because stories like this don't have an ending.

As far as Aricimboldi was concerned, Isou was a 'Romanian fuck-stick.

La pasión es geometría. Rombos, cilindros, ángulos latidores. La pasión es geometría que cae al abismo, observada desde el fondo del abismo.

Sobre la felicidad no dijo una palabra, supongo que porque la consideraba algo estrictamente privado y acaso, ¿cómo llamarlo?, pantanoso o movedizo

Como somos tortuosos. Como parecemos ou nos mostramos simples diante dos outros e no fundo como somos tortuosos. Que pouquinha coisa nós somos e de que maneira tão espetacular nos contorcemos diante de nós mesmos e diante dos outros (...). E tudo isso pra quê? Para ocultar o quê? Para fazer crer o quê?

At the time I was living with a Mexican woman and it looked as if the relationship would be the death of her, and me, and the neighbors, and sometimes even the people who ventured to pay us a visit.

The novel is an imperfect art. It may be the most imperfect of all literary arts. And the more pages you write, the more possibility there is of revealing imperfections...It isn't the same to build a house as it is to build a skyscraper. Often a house is cozier, but to build a skyscraper you have to be very good.

El problema con la literatura, como con la vida, dice don Crispín, es que al final uno siempre termina volviéndose un cabrón.

I thought guys were complicated. Maybe they are. But maybe they're easy and it's really me who's complicated.

The mystery of building is that many things conspire to stand as one.

When people look most vicious, what you are seeing is not their animal side. It is the savagery that only humans can muster.

Having something explained to you does not always solve it.

The separate parts of my life became like beads and I the string that ran through them all. I believe if I had ever paused to consider the intricacy of all I did to keep those parts separate, I would have found it impossible. But I was young then, much younger than I suspected, and somehow I found the energy and time to do and be it all.

Have you ever suddenly realized that there was someone you loved, but presently did not like very much?