Tom Verlaine Quotes

Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting.

The world is so crazy.

You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.

Man's greatest fear is chaos.

Chaos in the midst of chaos isn't funny, but chaos in the midst of order is.

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

This is chaos—organized chaos at best.

The world is becoming like a lunatic asylum run by lunatics.

Hell is the impossibility of reason.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.

In my view this is not democracy, but a zoo.... It was exactly what we expected, but not on that scale nor in that form. In a word, it was nothing but a zoo, you can't put it better

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.

The order I found was the order of disorder

Had I to create a name for these times, I’d say it is the age of craziness

Do you know what chaos stands for? C-H-A-O-S stands for Critical Hate And Overwhelming Stupidity.

Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning could have been heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason, and mounted one on top of another, and lunged and plunged in the darkness or the daylight (for night and day, month and year ran shapelessly together) in idiot games, until it seemed as if the universe were battling and tumbling, in brute confusion and wanton lust aimlessly by itself.

I've got a group who can't play music, one bad comedian plus boyfriend, a nervous breakdown calling himself a magician, two coachloads of 70-year-old religious maniacs looking for a fight and a fancy-dress contest that nobody knew about.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am.

Dear Lord, what a madhouse the world is!

Question: Who governs the governors? Answer: Entropy

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.

We're living in such a fantasy world where nothing makes sense anymore.

Look around you. Your world-hosts are all in mutiny, in confusion, destitution; on the eve of fiery wreck and madness! They will not march farther for you, on the sixpence a day and supply-demand principle; they will not; nor ought they, nor can they. Ye shall reduce them to order, begin reducing them. to order, to just subordination; noble loyalty in return for noble guidance. Their souls are driven nigh mad; let yours be sane and ever saner.