Max Muller Quotes

These people are out of control. It's stunning.

There are two areas where you can't stop people misbehaving: eating and sex

If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!

Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.

But sometimes normal just isn't happening. Sometimes crazy feels too good to resist.

By neglecting our garden, we are storing up for ourselves, in the not very distant future, a world catastrophe as bad as any atomic war, and we are doing it with all the bland complacency of an idiot child chopping up a Rembrandt with a pair of scissors.

Rain didn't make things messy. People did that all on their own.

Five thousand people in one society might do something, but five thousand societies of one member each would be a holy trouble.

Believe me, for certain men at least, not taking what one doesn't desire is the hardest thing in the world.

Lovers lie around in itBroken glass is found in itGrassI like that stuff

The rules!" shouted Ralph, "you're breaking the rules!" "Who cares?

When once the woman has tempted us, and we have tasted the forbidden fruit, there is no such thing as checking our appetites, whatever the consequences may be.

I have no desire to go anywhere near drugs. People say, "Aren't you tempted?" No, because of the ridiculousness of it.

People sometimes tell me that they prefer barbarism to civilisation. I doubt if they have given it a long enough trial. Like the people of Alexandria, they are bored by civilisation; but all the evidence suggests that the boredom of barbarism is infinitely greater.

I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.

And, since they are theater people, they are all talking. All of them. Simultaneously. They do not need to be heard; they only need to be speaking.

Passion makes the will lord of the reason.

Once you get older, people stop listening to what you say. It's very agreeable once you get used to it.

Henke sensed her terrifying aptitude for destruction as never before. Henke had feared for her sanity; now she knew the truth was almost worse than that. Honor wasn't insane - she simply didn't care. She'd lost not only her sense of balance but any desire to regain it.

Today barbarism has taken over many city streets, or people fear it has, which comes to much the same thing in the end.

I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.

A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.

I think everybody should be able to do anything they want and let roving bands of people punish each other for things they don't agree with. People with no underwear doing anything they want. Wouldn't that be fun? You wouldn't need television.

Life is just a plain bloody mess, that's all. And people are fools.