Quotes About Repetition

repeated serial exposure.

Events that are nonrepeatable are ignored before their occurrence, and overestimated after (for a while). After

the phrase kept repeating itself in my head.

We learn from repetition—at the expense of events that have not happened before.

The overlap between newspapers was so large that you would get less and less information the more you read.

It always returns to its initial state.

Avoid optimization; learn to love redundancy.

And they talked and talked, repeating the same things, going over them, then going over them again, from one side then from the other, kneading and kneading them, continually rolling between their fingers this unsatisfactory, mean substance that they had extracted from their lives (what they called "life," their domain), kneading it, pulling it, rolling it until it ceased to form anything between their fingers but a little pile, a little gray pellet.

Doing more of what doesn't work doesn't work.

While we fancy ourselves going straight forward, and attaining, at every step, an entirely new position of affairs, we do actually return to something long ago tried and abandoned, but which we now find etherealized, refined, and perfected to its ideal. The past is but a coarse and sensual prophecy of the present and the future.

Thou shalt say a thousand things, and saying them a thousand times over, thou shalt still have said nothing!

The sad truth about humanity, Risa was quick to realize, is that people believe what they are told. Maybe not the first time, but by the hundredth time, the craziest of ideas just becomes a given.

You're asked this a lot. Or maybe you're only asked it once, and the other times are just echoes.

Probably chicken again. He's sick of chicken.

The sad truth about humanity, Risa was quick to realize, is that people believe what they're told. Maybe not the first time, but by the hundredth time, the craziest of ideas just becomes a given.

for the umpteenth time.

nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.

it's the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here's a cock and here's a cunt and here's trouble. only each time you think well now I've learned: I'll let her do that and I'll do this, I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and only a minor love. now I'm waiting again and the years run thin. I have my radio and the kitchen walls are yellow. I keep dumping bottles and listening for footsteps. I hope that death contains less than this.

I am a joke told again.

I don't know how he does it but every woman he meets is crazy. he will get rid of one crazy woman but he never gets any relief— another crazy moves right in with him. it's only after they move in and begin acting more than strange that they admit to him that they've done madhouse time or that their families have a long history of mental illness.

as the junkies junk as the alkies drink as the whores whore as the killers kill the albatross blinks its eyes the weather stays mostly the same.

I agree that complacency hardly engenders an immortal literature but neither does repetition.

Old ladies standing in halls, up and down the streets, asking the same question as if they were one person with one voice: "Mailman, you got any mail for me?" And you felt like screaming, "Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?

A volte mi sento come fossimo tutti prigionieri di un film. Sappiamo le battute, sappiamo dove metterci, come recitare, manca solo la macchina da presa. Però non possiamo uscire dal film. Ed è un brutto film.