John Edgar Wideman Quotes

Everything is still falling apart.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

If you disaggregate, things fall apart.

I think you should always bear in mind that entropy is not on your side.

I'm falling into disrepair

Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.

Everything that comes together falls apart. Everything. The chair I’m sitting on. It was built, and so it will fall apart. I’m gonna fall apart, probably before this chair. And you’re gonna fall apart. The cells and organs and systems that make you you—they came together, grew together, and so must fall apart. The Buddha knew one thing science didn’t prove for millennia after his death: Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

Things fall apart, it's scientific.

The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart.

Now my tapestry's unraveling.

I have always been interested in the concept of ruin.

Things fall apart and happen out of stupidity and carelessness.

Sometimes the wheels just fall off a relationship.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

Rust, corrosion, wind, rain. The nibbling teeth of mice and the acrid droppings of insects and the devouring jaws of years. The was of nature upon machines, of the planet's chaotic forces upon the works of humankind. The energy that man had pulled from the earth was being inexorably pulled back into it, sucked like water down a drain. Before long, if it hadn't happened already, not a single high-tension pole would be left standing on the earth. Mankind had built a world that would take a hundred years to die. A century for the last light to go out.

The coach has turned into a pumpkin and the mice have all run away.

And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and the earth, and no man's wit Can well direct him where to look for it. And freely men confess that this world's spent, When in the planets, and the firmament They seek so many new; then see that this Is crumbled out again to his atomies. 'Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone; All just supply, and all relation: Prince, subject, Father, Son, are things forgot.

I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.

When the forces that hold it together go away, the body must fall.

Expansion means complexity and complexity decay.

I guess I look like a rock quarry that someone has dynamited.

All things deteriorate in time.

The first thing you have to do is accept that decay sets in and there's nothing you can do about it.