Quotes About Complexity

We are several people fitted inside each other. Chinese boxes. Our bodies are the outside box. Or the inside one if you like.

I don't know why I still find it so hard to accept that words are faulty and by their very nature inaccurate.

Sometimes I think nothing is simple but the feeling of pain.

the various currents are not isolated entities.

I like Shakespeare, but I never know what the hell is going on.

Are you kidding? That guy was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and crudely stapled to a ticking fucking time bomb. He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog.

The thick plottens.

A big silvery janitor. Penny, this can't be how the universe works." "In the Order we call it 'inverse profundity.' We've observed it in any number of cases. The deeper you go into the cosmic mysteries, the less interesting everything gets.

That guy was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and crudely stapled to a ticking fucking time bomb. He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog.

But being in the middle of it, it wasn't that obvious.

Apparently if you're enough of a power nerd, there is nothing that cannot be flowcharted.

A new thought happens and a new plant springs up. A feeling fades away and the plant dies. Some of the more common ones are always in bloom—fear, anger, happiness, love, envy. They're quite unruly, they grow like weeds. Certain basic mathematical ideas never go away either. But others are quite rare. Complex concepts, extreme or subtle emotions. Awe and wonder are harder to find than they once were.

It wasn't nothing, but it wasn't everything either.

But you could tell she was bursting with some terrible secret. And she had those things that one likes about magicians: she was disgustingly bright and rather sad and slightly askew. To tell you the truth I think one of the things we liked about her was that she reminded us of you.

It was always buzzing and singing and glowing and sparking to no particular purpose. Magic was decidedly imperfect. But the really funny thing, she thought, was that if it were perfect, it wouldn't be so beautiful. On

And she had those things that one likes about magicians: she was disgustingly bright and rather sad and slightly askew.

In the Order we call it 'inverse profundity.' We've observed it in any number of cases. The deeper you go into the cosmic mysteries, the less interesting everything gets.

Now he had answers, but they weren't doing what answers were supposed to do: they weren't making things simpler or easier. They weren't helping.

In some situations I was difficult, in odd moments impossible, in rare moments loathsome, but at my best unapproachably great.

In complex trains of thought, signs are indispensable.

People who have not been in Narnia sometimes think that a thing cannot be good and terrible at the same time.

Big whirls have little whirls, That feed on their velocity; And little whirls have lesser whirls, And so on to viscosity.

The power system admits only one kind of complexity, that which conforms to its own method and belongs to the current period: a system so uniform that its components are in effect interchangeable parts, conceived as if by a single collective mind.

What made the new world picture so potent was that its method of deliberately ignoring the complex reality of organisms was an immense labor-saving device: its pragmatic efficiency counterbalanced its conceptual superficiality. The universe as a whole, the whole that contains all other wholes, is immeasurable and unthinkable in its infinite variety and multi-fold concreteness. Only by samples and abstractions can one put together in the mind a playtoy model.