Michael Koryta Quotes

The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.

History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.

Blizzards, floods, volcanoes, hurricanes, earthquakes: They fascinate because they nakedly reveal that Mother Nature, afflicted with bipolar disorder, is as likely to snuff us as she is to succor us

The crimes that become iconic etch themselves into the collective consciousness because they suggest a frightening truth: that the universe does not rely on cause and effect.

What we imagine is order is merely the prevailing form of chaos.

Chaos is a friend of mine.

One thing you cannot control is nature.

Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

I'm not sure I always feel like I'm in the seat. Sometimes I'm only holding on by one hand and flying out behind the roller coaster. I don't know anybody who doesn't feel that way.

Life is nutty; anything can happen.

Nature reserves the right to inflict upon her children the most terrifying jests.

The world is a dynamic mess of jiggling things.

Among all of our uncertainties weather is the most basic. We can’t live without it and we can’t control it.

Destiny and history are untidy.

I hate turbulence in life, but also on planes.

Life's messy.

Chaos is what we have. That is what I believe.

Chaos is the undercurrent of everything that happens in life.

One thing I could tell you is that I'm all over the place.

People don't like to see instability.

The future had suddenly become unknowable: anything could happen: the train of my life had jumped the rails and headed off across the fields and coming down the lane with me, then.

The first steps of a creative act are like groping in the dark: random and chaotic, feverish and fearful, a lot of busy-ness with no apparent or definable end in sight.

It's just a crazy damned life, that's all.

Life is fits and starts, mostly fits.

History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.