Authors must spend months, years making fantasy believable in a single work while reality runs rampant and complete chaos elsewhere.

In the black chaos where the seas and the skies become confused let the projectors blow their white trumpets of silence("Roundness")

Chance is the nature of our universe. […] madness represents a chaotic reservoir of surprises. Some surprises can be valuable.

No structure, even an artificial one, enjoys the process of entropy. It is the ultimate fate of everything, and everything resists it.

I don’t encourage chaos to initiate a revolution. The only reason to revolt is because the people find the government revolting.

Simple shapes are inhuman. They fail to resonate with the way nature organizes itself or with the way human perception sees the world.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

People are, at their heart, constantly moving toward a state of entropy. Much like this ship. We’re all spiraling out of control.

Children have empty erasable white boards upon which big people write indelibly imprinted messages into their tender subconscious minds.

My work reflects a relationship to the built world that shifts between control and randomness, strangeness and beauty, comfort and fear.

[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

If, living in the world, you refuse to be a part of it, you will help other out of this chaos - not in the future, not tomorrow, but now.

Manipulation, fueled with good intent, can be a blessing. But when used wickedly, it is the beginning of a magician's karmic calamity.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

If, living in the world, you refuse to be a part of it, you will help others out of this chaos - not in the future, not tomorrow, but now.