William Gibson Quotes

Expansion means complexity and complexity decay.

Pride is the first step in people unraveling and companies unraveling and relationships unraveling.

This system isn't working.

The crisis is not far ahead ... a dismemberment of this Republic I now consider inevitable.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

The world is sagging, snagging, scaling, spalling, pilling, pinging, pitting, warping, checking, fading, chipping, cracking, yellowing, leaking, stalling, shrinking, and in dynamic unbalance.

Things seem to fall apart inevitably.

When the gap between ideal and real becomes too wide, the system breaks down.

If you disaggregate, things fall apart.

Everything is still falling apart.

Personal disintegration remains always an imminent danger.

Successful engineering is all about understanding how things break or fail.

There is a fundamental situation in which the country has reached rock bottom, that a mother can't send her children out of the house in the morning. The country has reached rock bottom and this needs to be changed.

Case studies of failure should be made a part of the vocabulary of every engineer so that he or she can recall or recite them when something in a new design or design process is suggestive of what went wrong in the case study.

Something is wanting, and something must be done, or we shall be involved in all the horror of failure, and civil war without a prospect of its termination.

We are living in a world that is beyond controllability.

But I'm the sort of person who, if certain structures topple, it could all go horribly wrong.

Nothing in Chicago seems to be working the way it’s supposed to.

We saw Vietnam disintegrating before our eyes—at least the structure of the state disintegrating.

Complex systems work until the day that they don’t work.

Things fall apart and happen out of stupidity and carelessness.

Sometimes the wheels just fall off a relationship.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins