Quotes About Uniformity

I can't understand why God made every tiny snowflake different and all these men the same.

Menschen konnten nichts anderes sein als Menschen. Sie zogen sich Roben an oder Handschellen und taten, was von ihnen erwartet wurde. In diesem Haus bestand ihre Aufgabe darin, den Phantomschmerz einer amputierten Weltordnung zu erzeugen.

When you've seen New York, you've seen almost every city in North America. Everything is uniformly the same.

Looking as like… as one pea does like another.

I grew up in the suburbs and basically associate the suburbs with cultural death.

There are forces in the world today, Mr. Winsocki, that are invisibly working to make us all carbon copies of one another. Forces that crush us into molds of each other. You walk down the street and never see anyone's face, really. You sit faceless in a movie, or hidden from sight in a dreary living room watching television. When you pay bills, or car fares or talk to people, they see the job they're doing, but never you.

The same families married the same families until relationships were hopelessly entangled and the members of the community looked monotonously alike.

If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler.

Everything about the restaurant is anonymous and interchangeable. And almost every seat is filled.

The year was 2081, and everyone was finally equal.

Look how you're dressed. Your suit is blue, your shirt is blue, your tie is blue. That's what's wrong with your writing.

L'unicità diventa ogni giorno più preziosa in questo nostro mondo che irrimediabilmente va facendosi sempre più uniforme.

And there's this saying they have about conformist society: The nail that sticks out gets pounded down.

Each day was an identical package, and the gorgeousness of them was their perfect resemblance, each to the others. Like a drug, repetition changes the size of things.

What you do in your model is not nearly as important as doing what you do the same way, each and every time.

With them the individual counted for nothing. No one was irreplaceable, because they drew no distinction between one man and another... In this community there was harmony, but no love.

All these texts tried in one way or another to explain the strange uniformity of the American businessman. He commuted to work in his immaculate gray suit from his neat suburban tract house. He kept his front lawn and his hair trimmed to lengths tacitly agreed upon by his peers. He avoided high culture, or anything else that smacked of elitism. He worked for some enormous gray corporation such as IBM or AT&T that was more of a home to him than his house in the suburbs.

Wes Jackson calls our species "homo the homogenizer.")

Right now my field must tackle describing a world where falling in love, going to war and filling out tax forms looks the same; it looks like typing.

Symmetry is what we see at a glance; based on the fact that there is no reason for any difference...

Sameness is a fearsome thing.

No será, che, que para ciertos niveles todo lo que no es inmediatamente claro es culpablemente oscuro? ¿No habrá una secreta y a veces siniestra necesidad de uniformar la escala de valores para poder sacar la cabeza por encima de la ola?

What's good for the goose is good for the gander.

I hate the marketing side of business where, 'Oh let's do a shoe for this clientele or for the Chinese or for the Japanese.' We're doing the same products for everyone.