Quotes About Complexity

Loyalty was a funny thing. So was love. They both bit you when you least expected it.

Sometimes I make my life a living hell by writing complex stories with complex characters. But I love it.

I'll be honest with you: love is not always what we think it is. It is a roller coaster ride going through this, and it's beautiful at the same time.

You can't tell stories and really walk in someone's shoes and not have a love for them, even if they're doing horrible things.

I love America, but I don't like it.

Sometimes love is calm and easy and sometimes it's just plain dirty.

Did I hate him, then? Indeed, I believe so. A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love.

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To me, though, there's nothing particularly difficult to understand about a man who murders what he loves, and blames her for it.

In a way, Jennifer felt bad, busting into such a nice place in full riot gear and scaring the crap out of everybody. But in another, more accurate way, she enjoyed it a lot.

Can you ever solve poverty? Can you ever solve crime? Can you ever solve disease, unemployment, war, or any other societal herpes? Hell no.

Do you understand economics? I mean big-time, prewar, global capitalism. Do you get how it worked? I don't, and anyone who says they do is full of shit.

It is remarkable that the persons we love most are those we can least describe.

Chaos is not dangerous until it begins to look orderly.

Human love is emotional. Feelings dominate a human's love landscape. We feel as though we're in love, or we don't feel as though we're in love. Hormones, sleeplessness, wory, past hurts, Mexican food--all complicate these emotions.

The black well of sky and stars went out and out and out forever; her body and her complexity seemed to disappear.

If we are to understand the human condition, and if we are to accept ourselves in all the complexity, self-doubt, extravagance of feeling, guilt, joy, the slow freeing of the self to its full capacity for action and creation, both as human being and as artist, we have to know all we can about each other, and we have to be willing to go naked.

I could never put my finger on her realness. She was so pretty and so quick that even when she had just awakened, her eyes full of sleep and hair tousled, I thought she looked just like the Virgin Mary. But what mother and daughter understand each other, or even have the sympathy for each other's lack of understanding?

The variety of our skin tones can confuse, bemuse, delight, brown and pink and beige and purple, tan and blue and white. I

It comes in black and blue, indecisive beige.

She smiled and squeezed his hand. "I swear I don't know what to do with you, Steele. You are forever keeping me off balance. Just about the time I think I have you figured out, you do something that completely changes everything." "Good," he said in a smug tone. "I'd hate to think I was becoming predictable.

I always thought when I became an adult everything would become less confusing, but unfortunately, everything's only becoming more confusing.

My life is a convoluted web of lies.

These people make my family look easy to get along with.