Libba Bray Quotes

It's just a crazy damned life, that's all.

The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

What we imagine is order is merely the prevailing form of chaos.

No matter what I do, no matter how predictable I try to make my life, it will not be any more predictable than the rest of the world. Which is chaotic.

Look, we're all saddled with things that make us better or worse. This world is a crazy place, and I've chosen to make my work about that insanity.

Chaos is a friend of mine.

Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

The world is a dynamic mess of jiggling things.

There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead

Destiny and history are untidy.

We live in a... chaotic world.

Life's messy.

Chaos is what we have. That is what I believe.

Chaos is the undercurrent of everything that happens in life.

Only in chaos are we conceivable.

In conlusion, there is no conclusion. Things will go on as they always have, getting weirder all the time.

Here's all I know: that the world is uncontrollable. Chaos reigns. That anything and everything might be possible. I won't subscribe to any rational system again. Nothing will bind me.

These are mad times, but there have been a lot of mad times in the world.

History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.

This tremendous friction which cannot, as in mechanics, be reduced to a few points, is everywhere in contact with chance, and brings about effects that cannot be measured just because they are largely due to chance.

World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and feel The drunkenness of things being various.

The fairest order in the world is a heap of random sweepings.

My life shows a clear pattern of total unpredictability.

Chaos is perhaps at the bottom of everything.

Reality had no gears, and you never knew what surprises would come spinning out of its chaos.