Quotes About Complexity

To be quite candid — and what I am going to say now is something I have never said before, and I hope that it provokes a salutary chill — I know more than I can express in words, and the little I can express would not have been expressed, had I not known more.

This then is my story. I have reread it. It has bits of marrow sticking to it, and blood, and beautiful bright-green flies. At this or that twist of it I feel my slippery self eluding me, gliding into deeper and darker waters than I care to probe.

Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, un metro cuarenta y ocho de estatura con pies descalzos. Era Lola con pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando firmaba. Pero en mis brazos era siempre Lolita.

the awfulness of love and violets

Cuando procuro analizar mis propios anhelos, motivaciones y actos, me rindo ante una especie de imaginación retrospectiva que atiborra la facultad analítica que con infinitas alternativas bifurca incesantemente cada rumbo visualizado en la perspectiva enloquecedoramente compleja de mi pasado

My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.

I am lanky, big-boned, wooly-chested Humbert Humbert, with thick black eyebrows and a queer accent, and a cesspoolful of rotting monsters behind his slow boyish smile.

nale?aÅ'a jednak do tych kobiet, które Å'Ä…czÄ… w sobie zdrowÄ… urodÄ™ z histerycznÄ… Å'zawliwoÅ›ciÄ…, wybuchy liryczne z bardzo praktycznym, banalnym myÅ›leniem, podÅ'y charakter z sentymentalizmem, ospaÅ'Ä… bierno?? z trze?wÄ… umiejÄ™tnoÅ›ciÄ… wysyÅ'ania bli?nich na poszukiwanie wiatru w polu.

Thus the story describes a full circle... a vicious circle as all circles are, despite their posing as apples, or planets, or human faces.

Problems are the poetry of chess. They demand from the composer the same virtues that characterize all worthwhile art: originality, invention, harmony, conciseness, complexity, and splendid insincerity.

parts, solid and ample

Te quería, era un monstruo pentápodo, pero te queria. Era despreciable y brutal, y lascivo, y cuanto pueda imaginarse, mais je t'aimais, je t'aimais! Y habia momentos en que sabia todo cuanto sentias y saberlo era un infierno, pequeña mia

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul, my Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

He wants everything to be so simple—as, alas, it never is in real life!

I do not know the words I must choose to make you understand why I was so tormented. Such words do not come in the small size that fits your everyday needs.

O que me põe louco é a natureza dupla desta ninfeta - de todas as ninfetas, quiçá; esta mistura, na minha Lolita, de uma infantilidade terna e sonhadora com uma espécie de horripilante ordinarice, que provém das enfadonhas modelos fotográficas da publicidade e das revistas, com os seus narizinhos travessos...

Can't decide whether dolly has exceptional emotional control or none at all.

She combined a cool forwardness -the overflow of what I think is called "poise"- with a shyness and sadness that caused her detached way of selecting her words to seem as unnatural as the intonation of a professor of "speech.

Ero un mostro pentapodo, ma ti amavo. Ero ignobile e brutale e turpido e tutto quello che vuoi, ma ti amavo, ti amavo! E c'erano momenti in cui sapevo come ti sentivi, e saperlo era l'inferno.

The spiritual and the physical had been blended in us with a perfection that must remain incomprehensible to the matter-of-fact, crude, standard-brained youngsters of today.

The theory that any idea that takes more than ten minutes to communicate is probably too complicated to be any good

Maybe you'll be better treated next time." "Not as long as I am black," said Simple. "You look at everything, I regret to say, in terms of black and white." "So does the Law," said Simple.

If anything, there's a reverse Moore's Law observable in software: As processors become faster and memory becomes cheaper, software becomes correspondingly slower and more bloated, using up all available resources.

Software breaks before it bends, so it demands perfection in a universe that prefers statistics.