Joe J. Walsh Quotes

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

You can't predict anything. How can you be certain about anything when everything is chaos and we're not in control?

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

I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.

Chaos is a friend of mine.

There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead

Disorder brings about order.

Only in chaos are we conceivable.

One might as well attempt to calculate mathematically the contingent forms of the tinkling bits of glass in a kaleidoscope as to look through the tube of the future and foretell its pattern.

I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me.

Our lives today are not conducted in linear terms. They are much more quantified; a stream of random events is taking place.

Real life isn't a series of interconnected events occurring one after another - like beads strung on a necklace. Life is actually a series of encounters in which one event may change those that follow in a wholly unpredictable, even devastating way.

He would conclude that nothing was real except chance.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! Vain as the leaf upon the stream, And fickle as a changeful dream; Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. Thou many-headed monster thing, Oh who would wish to be thy king!

Do I really look like a guy with a plan?

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

For every action, there's an infinity of outcomes. Countless trillions are possible, many milliards are likely, millions might be considered probable, several occur as possibilities to us as observers - and one comes true.

Expect the unexpected in the kingdom of madness!

Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.

To approach the stranger is to invite the unexpected, release a new force, let the genie out of the bottle. It is to start a new train of events that is beyond your control.

Life compulsively dangled the possibility of life. Life, the dramatist on speed. Life, that couldn't stop with its foreshadows and ironies and symbols and clues, its wretched jokes and false endings and twists. Life with its hopeless addiction to plot.

Everything under heaven is in utter chaos; the situation is excellent.

Me? I stand for uncertainty, insecurity, bad taste, fun, and things that go boom in the night.

Chaos needs no allies, for it dwells like a poison in every one of us.