Jonathan Tropper Quotes

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.

We have arrived at an intellectual chaos.

Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.

And there are no stars and that you're never really sure who's doing what and what voice is what and, you know what I mean? It's supposed to be quite elusive.

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

It's a murky world out there, and it's hard to figure things out sometimes.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

The obscurest epoch is today.

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

We live in a bewildering world.

The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it.

The world is noisy and messy. You need to deal with the noise and uncertainty.

For my part, it was Greek to me.

Nothing about 'Brotherhood' is ever wrapped up in a nice package.

Very often at the end of 'The Sopranos' you get the feeling that its not under control, you should be very worried, and life is kind of really, really messed up at lot of times. It leaves you feeling very disconcerted. That was kind of the point of it.

This is chaos—organized chaos at best.

We live in a... chaotic world.

This industry is too bonkers to understand. Every single part is completely different.

I find it very interesting to keep people uncertain about what is what and figure it out as they go.

Democracy requires a certain relish for confusion

Confusion is not an ignoble condition

Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors.

A woman's life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you'll learn that soon enough...and the parts that look like magic turn out to be the messiest of all.

Ambiguity — the Devil's volleyball.

Mitchell Sanders was right. For the common soldier, at least, war has the feel-the spiritual texture-of a great ghostly fog, thick and permanent. There is no clarity. Everything swirls. The old rules are no longer binding, the old truths no longer true. Right spills over into wrong. Order blends into chaos, love into hate, ugliness into beauty, law into anarchy, civility into savagery. The vapors suck you in. You can't tell where you are, or why you're there, and the only certainty is overwhelming ambiguity.