Quotes About Complexity

And if it stings a little that he admires me primarily for my ruthlessness, well, I suppose there should be some comfort that he admires me at all.

Cardan tucks my arm firmly through his before striding into the entryway, and I feel a rush of warmth as I match his step. I can't afford to be less than ruthlessly honest with myself. Against my better judgment, despite the fact that he is terrible, Cardan is also fun. Maybe I should be glad of how little it will matter.

I hate that he knows what he's doing and I don't. I hate being vulnerable. I hate that I throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

It seems I have a singular taste for woman who threaten me.

Parece que tengo un gusto singular por las mujeres que me amenazan.

Kaye watched as he calmed somewhat, thinking that she should stop trying to anticipate what was going to happen next. After all, when you were already in a slippery place, reality-wise, you couldn't afford to assume things would be straight forward from here on in.

It was a voice so full of emotion that it sounded like no emotion at all.

He was ruinously beautiful in the way that knives and scalpels can be beautiful

I look at him again, at his soft mouth and his high cheekbones, at the cruel beauty of his face. page 142

After all, when you were already in a slippery place, reality-wise, you couldn't afford to assume that things would be straightforward from here on in.

Cardan lies on the rug with one arm propping up his head and the other slung across Jude's waist. He understands everything and nothing he sees on the screen- just as he understands everything and nothing about being here with her family. He feels like a feral cat that might bite out of habit.

Many nights I drifted off to sleep to his rumbling voice reading from a book of battle strategy. And despite myself, despite what he'd done and what he was, I came to love him. I do love him. It's just not a comfortable kind of love.

There was something in the set of his jaw that made her think of how she'd described him to Adeline, as a lake that was still on the surface, with a whole drowned town inside.

It seems I have a singular taste for women who threaten me.

Maybe growing up the way we have, bad things feel good to us.

To show you what you would not otherwise believe,' Locke said. 'Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices.' He laughed at my expression. 'What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain.' 'I don't understan-' He put a finger against my mouth. 'Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

It doesn't make me like him any better, but for the first time he seems real. Not good, but real.

Simple lies are always better than a complicated truth.

I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.

Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices." Locke laughed at my expression. "What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain." "I don't understan—" He put a finger against my mouth. "Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

May you live in interesting times. She thought maybe it was a Chinese curse.

Well you know boys, a nuclear reactor is a lot like women. You just have to read the manual and press the right button.

The most virtuous women have something within them, something that is never chaste.

Ants are so much like human beings as to be an embarrassment. They farm fungi, raise aphids as livestock, launch armies into war, use chemical sprays to alarm and confuse enemies, capture slaves, engage in child labour, exchange information ceaselessly. They do everything but watch television.