Genesis P-Orridge Quotes

No sense makes sense.

Logic plus logic equals the illogical. Do you know what I mean?

It's hard to find logic in things sometimes. That's why I can't analyze things too much, because it often doesn't make much sense.

No sense in no sense innocence of what of not and what of delight. In no sense innocence in no sense and what in delight and not, in no sense innocence in no sense no sense what, in no sense and delight, and in no sense and delight and not in no sense and delight and not, no sense in no sense innocence and delight.

Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.

The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

I have complete faith in the continued absurdity of whatever’s going on.

I see mysteries and complications wherever I look, and I have never met a steadily logical person.

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

Every clarification breeds new questions.

I look out the chair while eating my pillow. I open the wall, I walk with my ears. I have ten eyes to walk with and two fingers to look with. I put my head on the floor to sit down, I put my bottom on the ceiling. After eating the music box, I spread jam on the rug for a great dessert.

The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I'm not sure about the turnip.

The more I see, the less I know.

If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

A sage steers by the bright light of confusion and doubt.

When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.

The world's a puzzle; no need to make sense out of it." - Socrates

"There's a door," he whispered. "Where does it go?" "It stays where it is, I think," said Rincewind.

What I mean is, I don't know what I mean.

We live in a bewildering world.

The more you explain it, the more I don't understand it.

It's a very confusing era that we're in.

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

Humor is reason gone mad.

Evil is unintelligible. It is just a thing in itself, like boarding a crowded commuter train wearing only a giant boa constrictor. There is no context which would make it explicable.