Quotes About Complexity

I suppose Stanley fell in love with me during those talks about life and books, but he probably loved someone else, a person who wasn't me.

Because I knew so much about him, because I had been close to him, I couldn't bring the various fragments of my experience with him into a single coherent image. The truth was mobile and contradictory, and I was willing to live with that.

Everyone has an inner life that is as large and complex and rich as my own.

Tragedy--to fall in love with a face, and marry the whole woman.

Whatever 'in love' means.

I probably can't stand you, but that doesn't mean I don't love you.

I'm not who you think i am. If you love me, you love me for the wrong reasons.

Women are cats ... and love to scratch even those they're fond of. Sometimes the more they love them the harder they scratch.

Tens of billions ... are going into the pockets of tens of thousands of tax preparers who ... love complexity as much as the rest of us hate it

My love of dynamic complications often led me to avoid simplicity when perhaps it was the wisest choice.

I still love her. But she's retarded, too.

It's very difficult to resort to hating [Pablo Escobar] when all he gave you his entire life was love and all the best he ever had.

nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

I sort of fall in love with every character I do; you have to understand how they became what they've become, whether they're the ugly kind or the very beautiful kinds of characters.

We do not always like the people we love- we do not always have that choice.

People always tell me either A. you love him. B. you hate him. My usual answer? C. All of the above.

Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence - the act of love, for instance; music, for instance.

I think we love watching people that are flawed because we're all flawed.

A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.

My songs are like a three-legged dog - you have to get to know them to have any love for them.

There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.

Love is both wondrous and yet full of peril. Love is a gateway through which hatred - disguised and unrecognized - can pass.

The love of complexity without reductionism makes art; the love of complexity with reductionism makes science.