James A. Michener Quotes

I really don't know what to do when my life is not chaotic.

I was convinced that the world was in the departure and paging.

Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as Chaos.

There's chaos out there, and chaos means opportunity.

The world that we all knew before, could wake up in feeling safe... now it seems that everything has been turned upside down.

I frequently hear our present period described as uncertain, confused, chaotic.

The interval between the decay of the old and the formation and establishment of the new constitutes a period of transition which must always necessarily be one of uncertainty, confusion, error, and wild and fierce fanaticism.

A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.

I think, basically, the music industry is scattered and in a mess. I think you've got lots of people that are so-called 'experts' that have no idea where it's headed.

Events often move faster than our ability to comprehend them.

I think frankly when it comes to chaos you ain't seen nothing yet.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

We are going through a terrible crisis. We do not know exactly what is going to happen, but in our hearts the pendulum of the seismograph is already swinging.

It is not new and it is not order.

Life is full of surprises: new opportunities come up; that's part of the fun - the adventure of life. The thing is, chaos doesn't allow us to enjoy the adventure.

I've always said it: God changes all the paths from morning to evening.

Nothing ever stays the same for very long in my life.

Our souls are but leaves in a storm, and only the gods know where we will come to rest.

This is a catastrophic universe, always; and subject to hidden reversals, upheavals, changes, cataclysms, with joy never anything but the song of substance under pressure forced into new forms and shapes.

God's end is to enable me to see that he can walk on the chaos of my life just now.

Life is a series of dogs.

Just keep playing, mastering as you do the step Into disorder this one meant. Don't you see It's all we can do? Meanwhile, great fires Arise, as of haystacks aflame. The dial has been set And that's ominous, but all your graciousness in living Conspires with it, now that this is our home: A place to be from, and have people ask about.

The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.

The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.