Patrick Marber Quotes

Decay is quiet but ghastly, explosion is dramatic and dreadful. There's not much to choose between the two of them in reality, and most of our lives have sufficient of both.

I want to cause havoc. I want to cause mayhem - and I mean the worst mayhem you can see.

No more terrible disaster could befall your people than for them to fall into the hands of a Hero.

Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.

One sound blow will serve to undo us all.

I'm planning a catastrophe.

It'll all end in tears and oil.

There's no theme, no moral to be learned, except for the knowledge that lightning can strike from a clear blue sky one morning and take away everything you've built, everything you've counted on, leaving wreckage and no meaning behind. It can happen to anyone, it can happen to you.

The fuses had been lit and could not be extinguished. All that remained was to observe the speed of the spark, and the size of the explosions.

Life is good, and there's no reason to think it won't be--right up until the moment when everything explodes into a fireball of tiny, unrecognizable fragments, or it all goes skidding sideways, through the guardrail, over the embankment, and down the mountain. This will happen (and probably more than once).

When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backwards, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before. Do you think this is odd?

Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evilbut if some god shakes your houseruin arrivesruin does not leaveit comes tolling over the generationsit comes rolling the black night salt up from the ocean floorand all your thrashed coasts groan

Here's the funny thing about the world coming to an end. Once it gets going, it doesn't seem to stop.

The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact.

Fools, when their roof-tree falls, think it doomsday.

Disaster is rarely as pervasive as it seems from recorded accounts. The fact of being on the record makes it appear continuous and ubiquitous whereas it is more likely to have been sporadic both in time and place.

Catastrophe, riots, factories blowing up, armies in flight, flood - the ear can detect a whole apocalypse in the starry night of the human body.

Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!

When men lack a sense of awe, there will be disaster.

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

The world was floods above and fire below

Clearly, I see it. I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there. A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.

Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.

n case you missed it, this week, there was a tragedy in Kansas. Ten thousand people died - an entire town destroyed.

People are considered as areas that resist light, mistakes in the air, collision sweet spots. At the time of this writing, the whole world is a crime scene: People eat space with their bodies; they are rain decayers; the wind is slaughtered when they move. A retaliation is probably coming. Should a person cease to move, she would cease to kill the sky, and the world might begin to recover.