Quotes About Complexity

When one is advised that something is black and white at the same time, it would be better to have no advice at all.

I was a cuckold present at his wife's adultery. This was a triangular relationship with one actor playing two parts. If one were to make a drawing of "me," "the mask, that is, the other me," and "you," it would be a non-Euclidean triangular relationship, existing on a single straight line.

Out of the crooked timber of humanity, no straight thing was even made.

We have seen that, like the weather, religion "does lots of different things." To claim that it has a single, unchanging, and inherently violent essence is not accurate. Identical religious beliefs and practices have inspired diametrically opposed courses of action.

Simplicity! He is as simple as a spider's web.

My marriage to Kincaid is a bit more complicated than I thought. There are certain things we don't agree on, and—" "You wish to change his mind about something," Gregor finished. "How did you know?" "I've noticed that women often have a desire to change men, even the ones they love." "I've noticed that, too." Dougal frowned.

But like all simple things, once you add the human element, all hell breaks loose.

Antagonism in my family comes wrapped in layers of code, sideways feints, full deniability. I believe the same can be said of many families.

I am the daughter of a psychologist. I know that the thing ostensibly being studied is rarely the thing being studied. (We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, p. 99)

He referred to the human brain as a clown car parked between our ears. Open the doors and the clowns pile out.

I couldn't fit my whole self into a marriage, no matter who my husband was. There were parts of me that John liked, and different parts for the others, but no one could deal with all of me, So I'd lop some part off, but then I'd start missing it, wanting it back.

Reading Austen is a frickin' mine field.

Antagonism in my family comes wrapped in layers of code, sideways feints, full deniability.

So I could see that Harlow was fundamentally untrustworthy. Simultaneously, she seemed like someone with whom I could be my true self. I had no intention of doing so and, with and equal and counterbalancing intensity, a great longing for it.

Two wrongs—not equal to or more than a right (...) Good luck with quantifying a unit of right or wrong.

Marriages were perplexing animals, always changing, sometimes gentle, sometimes vicious.

She had dozens, even hundreds, of friends, but not one single person knew all of the pieces of her.

That is complicated question with an equally complicated answer.

You are an enigma wrapped in a sticky bun.

Are you not answering because you don't want me to know or are you not answering because you want to annoy me? That is a complicated question with an equally complicated answer.

It was a triptych, three canvases hinged together to make one image when it was open, another image when it was closed. He had always assumed she liked the duplicity of the piece. It was just like Angie, one thing inside, another out.

It was a triptych, three canvases hinged together to make one image when it was open, another image when it was closed. He had always assumed she liked the duplicity of the piece. It was just like Angie, one thing inside, another out. Just like Michael Ormewood, come to think of it. What a perfect pair.

As the reader will have recognized in dismay, the analysis of the real, inner connections of the capitalist production process is a very intricate thing

Rhoda, my mother, was what the neighbors euphemistically termed a difficult woman. Her misery was like Texas oil: You could drill anywhere and find some.