Quotes About Complexity

Simple style is like white light. It is complex, but its complexity is not obvious.

Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.

The mind of man is capable of anything - because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future.

Trying to make the presidency work these days is like trying to sew buttons on a custard pie.

Purity is obscurity.

If you laid every economist in the country end to end you would still not reach a conclusion.

Such, Polly, are your sex - part truth, part fiction; Some thought, much whim, and all contradiction.

There must be bands of enthusiasts for everything on earth-fanatics who shared a vocabulary, a batch of technical skills and equipment, and, perhaps, a vision of some single slice of the beauty and mystery of things, of their complexity, fascination, and unexpectedness.

Writers aren't exactly people, they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person.

Every human being has hundreds of separate people living under his skin. The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to other characters living with him.

The obscurity of a writer is generally in proportion to his incapacity.

...he had no distinct idea how many little things went to make up the sum of an ordinary person's daily life.

I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain this to you.

The nature of love is that it catches you off-guard, subjects you to rules you have never faced, some of them contradictory.

naši su doživljaji ?esto tako zamršeni i teški da nije ?udo što ih ljudi pravdaju u?eš?em samog Satane, nastoje?i tako da ih objasne ili bar u?ine lakše podnošljivim.

život ide daleko, dalje nego što mi možemo da ga pratimo, a ja se samo trudim da objasnim pojedine pojave, kad ve? ne mogu sve da razumijem.

I jos jednom se javi misao s kojom je sto puta zaspao,nejasna,nikada do kraja domisljena, a uvredljiva i jadna misao: zasto je put do zene tako vijugav i tajan,i zasto on sa svojom slavom i snagom ne moze da ga predje, a prelaze ga svi gori od njega? Svi,samo on, u silnoj i smijesnoj strasti, cio svoj vijek pruza ruke kao u snu. Sta zene traze?

I behave in some ways like a lover - I undress her, I bathe her, I stroke her, I sleep beside her - but I might equally well tie her to a chair and beat her, it would be no less intimate.

Love meant different things to different people.

Life has very little even ground.

You're a fascinating woman, Eve. Here we are, wet, naked, both of us half dead from a very memorable night, and still you watch me with very cool, very suspicious eyes. You're a suspicious character, Roarke.

Real love's beautiful, elusive, and mean as a snake.

She didn't know how seriously to take the fact that he claimed to be in love with her. Love meant different things to different people. It had never been a part of her life. She poured herself a half glass of wine, then merely frown into it. She felt something for him, certainly. Something new, and uncomfortably strong. Still, it was best to let things coast as they were. Decisions made quickly were almost always regretted quickly.

People often do the incomprehensible. It's what makes them so fascinating.