Mark V. Hurd Quotes

This life is messy.

The world does not have tidy endings. The world does not have neat connections. It is not filled with epiphanies that work perfectly at the moment that you need them.

Nobody's life is wrapped up neatly in a bow.

The good thing about people really is their iffy-ness and dodginess, isn't it?

I don't ever want to tie a song in a little bow. Life doesn't work that way, and war doesn't ever work that way.

There are always loose ends in real life.

. . . the messiness of experience, that may be what we mean by life.

Life doesn't tend to fix things or wrap them up in bows.

Windbags can be right. Aphorists can be wrong. It is a tough world.

It's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.

Here then is the truth about the Truth; the Truth is not bridge, sturdy to every step, a marvel of bound planks and supports from the known into the unknown, but a surging sea of smashed wood, flotsam and drowning sailors.

All you really need to know for the moment is that the universe is a lot more complicated than you might think, even if you start from a position of thinking it's pretty damn complicated in the first place.

The truth is that everything causes everything else. We do not speak therefore of one thing causing another. There are no secrets. It's just we thought they said dead when they said bread.

The only thing we can really count on in this uncertain world is human unreliability itself.

Life is not an illogicality; yet it is a trap for logicians. It looks just a little more mathematical and regular than it is; its exactitude is obvious, but its inexactitude is hidden; its wildness lies in wait.

Besides being complicated, reality, in my experience, is usually odd. It is not neat, not obvious, not what you expect.

If only,’ Shiroyama dreams, ‘human beings were not masks behind masks behind masks. If only this world was a clean board of lines and intersections. If only time was a sequence of considered moves and not a chaos of slippages and blunders.

Life is a goddam mess...but you wouldn't want to miss it!

...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.

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.

In Africa a thing is true at first light and a lie by noon and you have no more respect for it than for the lovely, perfect wood-fringed lake you see across the sun-baked salt plain. You have walked across that plain in the morning and you know that no such lake is there. But now it is there absolutely true, beautiful and believable.

The truth is always an abyss.

The real universe is always one step beyond logic.

Most things don't work like they are supposed to work.