Quotes About Repetition

The business of thinking ... undoes every morning what it had finished the night before.

This business of saying the same thing over and over and over again – which to a lot of Washington insiders and pundits is boring – works.

I killed a squirrel once with a car. Twice with a tennis racket.

If something is repeated over and over as obvious, the chances are that it is obviously false.

Yet there seemed to be some truth in the law of probability, according to which the chance of success is directly proportionate to the number of repetitions.

The camera observed me, but there was nothing in my bag except a pashmina, purse, and Lorazepam. I carried emptiness. Doors opened. Another camera recorded my progress. Doubtless there were thousands of my days repeated thus, interred digitally in limbo. I ascended two steps with nothing to look forward to

Ansioso observaba sus propios pensamientos, siempre dispuesto a frenarlos. No quería olvidar ya nada más y repetía mentalmente los momentos recién pasados, como se repasan las palabras de una lengua extraña.

I'd have a nervous breakdown except that I've been through this too many times to be nervous.

While finding him sexually arousing, they also wanted to mother him. This would soon become both a worldwide tradition, as well as a repetition of Elvis's early personal experiences.

But you write what comes back to you, and then afterward it comes back to you all over again.

Every junkie, he thought, is a recording.

There is no Pris," he said. "Only Rachael Rosen, over and over again.

One more in a long line, a dreary entity among many others like him, an almost endless number of brain-damaged retards. Biological life goes on, he thought. But the soul, the mind—everything else is dead. A reflex machine. Like some insect. Repeating doomed patterns, a single pattern, over and over now. Appropriate or not.

Bize geçmiÅŸi hat?rlamayanlar onu tekrar etmeye mahkumdur, denir, ama belki de bu daha iyidir. Belki de iyi olan tek ÅŸey budur; unutmay? baÅŸarmak.

It has a wheel in its cage; ever seen a squirrel running inside a wheel? It runs and runs, the wheel spins, but the squirrel stays in the same spot. Buffy seems to like it, though. I guess squirrels aren't too bright, Rick said.

Amanda Werner and several other beautiful, elegant, conically breasted foreign ladies, from unspecified vaguely defined countries, plus a few bucolic co-called humorists, comprised Buster's perpetual core of repeats. Women like Amanda Werner never made movies, never appeared in plays; they lived out their queer, beautiful lives as guests on Buster's unending show, appearing, Isidore had once calculated, as much as seventy hours a week.

When he looked up, Silvia was standing in front of him. Her arms were folded and she gazed vacantly past him. A bright yellow pencil was behind her ear. Her brown hair was tied back in a hard bun. At the corner others were sitting, other Silvias, dishes in front of them, half dozing or eating, some of them reading. Each the same as the next, except for their clothing.

Life in Anaheim, California, was a commercial for itself, endlessly replayed. Nothing changed; it just spread out farther and farther in the form of neon ooze. What there was always more of had been congealed into permanence long ago, as if the automatic factory that cranked out these objects had jammed in the on position. How the land became plastic, he thought, remembering the fairy tale How the Sea Became Salt.

When you live for many hundreds of years, you know that every opportunity will come again.

In the days of the Romance Run, each time you went back to the same whorehouses and you brought nylons to your favorite girls.

Hell isn't other people. It's other people telling the same story for the twentieth time.

It all started, like so many family stories, with a plausible fiction - honest mistake, faulty memory, bit of embroidered imagination that got repeated so many times it became family truth.

You existed. You existed now as a fractal. Definition: A fractal is generally a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be broken into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole. Maybe I was a fractal. Maybe the photographer was a fractal. Maybe we were all fractals.

I want to keep saying hello. Because it all feels like hello.