Quotes About Complexity

I learned that words are no good; that words dont ever fit even what they are trying to say at

That was when I learned that words are no good; that words dont ever fit even what they are trying to say at.

looking out upon the whatever ogreworld of that quiet village street with the air of children born too late into their parents' lives and doomed to contemplate all human behavior through the complex and needless follies of adults

Man knows so little about his fellows. In his eyes all men or women act upon what he believes would motivate him if he were mad enough to do what the other man or woman is doing.

INTERVIEWER Some people say they can't understand your writing, even after they read it two or three times. What approach would you suggest for them? FAULKNER Read it four times.

Yes. Because they were human men. They were trying to write down the heart's truth out of the heart's driving complexity, for all the complex and troubled hearts which would beat after them.

While he slept the world spun on, changed, situations altered and grew more complex, left him more inadequate to deal with them.

Wonderful, the Flatline said, I never did like to do anything simple when I could do it ass-backwards.

Something he'd found and lost so many times. It belonged, he knew – he remembered – as she pulled him down, to the meat, the flesh the cowboys mocked. It was a vast thing, beyond knowing, a sea of information coded in spiral and pheromone, infinite intricacy that only the body, in its strong blind way, could ever read.

Conspiracy theory's got to be simple. Sense doesn't come into it. People are more scared of how complicated shit actually is than they ever are about whatever's supposed to be behind the conspiracy.

Conspiracy theory's got to be simple. Sense doesn't come into it. People are more scared of how complicated shit actually is than they ever are about whatever's supposed to be behind the conspiracy.

Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts . . . A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding. . . .

Case had always taken it for granted that the real bosses, the kingpins in a given industry, would be both more and less than people.

Wintermute was a simple cube of white light, that very simplicity suggesting extreme complexity.

The world hadn't ever had so many moving parts or so few labels.

Homo sapiens is about pattern recognition, he says. Both a gift and a trap.

The drivers for the jackpot are still in place, but with less torque at that particular point." He took a seat at the table. "They're still a bit in advance of the pandemics, at least.

Algorithms are called the aunties. They're self-organising and so nobody fully understands them.

Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts . . . A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding. .

he ran his palms up the warmth of her bare back, beneath the white T-shirt, that the people in his life weren't beads strung on a wire of sequence, but clustered like quanta, so that he knew her as well as he'd known Rudy, or Allison, or Conroy, as well as he knew the girl who was Mitchell's daughter. "Hey," she whispered, working her mouth free, "you come upstairs now.

Le epoche danno conforto soprattutto a chi non ne ha mai fatto un'esperienza diretta. Definiamo la storia a partire da una complessità che va ben oltre la nostra portata. E applichiamo delle etichette ai risultati. Attribuiamo a essi una denominazione. E poi parliamo di queste denominazioni come se fossero cose che esistono veramente.

Pretty soon the crash would come on, and before then she'd have to figure out a way to get back to the hotel, and suddenly it seemed like everything was too complicated, too many things to do, angles to figure, and that was the crash, when you had to start worrying about putting the day side together again.

Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts . . . A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding. . .

Cyberspace slid into existence from the cardinal points. Smooth, he thought, but not smooth enough.