Herbert Hoover Quotes

We went over the organization of the work program. More charts in pencil—he loves charts—no two of them are ever the same which is a bit baffling at times.

I'm a chameleon.

The party and the Krikkit warship looked, in their writhings, a little like two ducks, one of which is trying to make a third duck inside the second duck, whilst the second duck is trying very hard to explain that it doesn't feel ready for a third duck right now, is uncertain that it would want any putative third duck anyway, and certainly not whilst it, the second duck, was busy flying.

Some minds are like soup in a poor restaurant—better left unstirred.

Life itself is a haphazard, untidy, messy affair.

We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.

Ha, but my life is a box of wormgears.

If you look hard enough, chaos turns into order the way letters turn into words.

Reality itself is too twisted.

But the plans were on display…” “On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.” “That’s the display department.” “With a flashlight.” “Ah, well, the lights had probably gone.” “So had the stairs.” “But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?” “Yes,” said Arthur, “yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard.

Work, the what's-its-name of the thingummy and the thing-um-a-bob of the what d'you-call-it.

There are parts of his life and personality that are extremely messy, and that's the truth

I don't want to dive into that mud slide, which is what I consider the literary process.

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.

There is much unexplained in the world. It behooves us to be wary at all times. Just when you think you've got the hang of it, along comes string theory, collateralized debt obligations or Björk's new album, and bam! You're as confused as you were when you first started.

Sometimes I feel like a beetle crawling through a fusion power plant. I can feel a certain amount, see a certain amount, but I sure as hell don't understand everything.

It's like trying to drink whisky from a bottle of wine.

Have you ever heard a blindfolded octopus unwrap a cellophane-covered bathtub?

[Whenever] you get near the human race, there's layers and layers of nonsense.

The order I found was the order of disorder

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

Living is merely the chaos of existence.

Complexity is not a cause of confusion. It is a result of it.

Nietzsche ... has caused [philosophers] so much confusion.

Life's a freaking mess. In fact, I'm going to tell Sarah we need to start a new philosophical movement: messessentialism instead of existentialism: For those who revel in the essential mess that is life. Because Gram's right, there's not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. It's all a beautiful calamitous mess. It's like the day Mr. James took us into the woods and cried triumphantly, "That's it! That's it!" to the dizzying cacophony of soloing instruments trying to make music together. That is it.