2. "For those who hope that we can become collectively wiser, it was a bewildering fracas that looked less like a debate between great minds and more like a food fight between rival fraternities."
- Philip E. Tetlock, Superforecasting: The Art and Science of Prediction
3. "Let other poets raise a fracas Bout vines, an’ wines, an’ drucken Bacchus, An’ crabbit names an’ stories wrack us, An’ grate our lug: I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us, In glass or jug. Evans smiled at Stewart in confusion. Burns on scotch, Mr Evans. A very fine poet and a very fine drink."
- Mark Ellis, Stalin's Gold
4. "Who, in Europe, can take this bloodless colonial fracas seriously? On September 9, the day after Prevost’s armistice ends, Napoleon launches and, at great cost, wins the Battle of Borodino, thus opening the way to Moscow. The casualties on that day exceed eighty thousand—a figure greater than the entire population, of Upper Canada."
- Pierre Berton, The American Invasion of Canada: The War of 1812's First Year
5. "Until that night Lucille had believed that people say things in anger that they do not really mean. By the time the fracas in her dining room had ended, however, she had come to believe that what people say in anger is what they really do mean, but usually have the self-control to keep to themselves."
- Lisa Belkin, Show Me A Hero
6. "O facto de o pranto abundar nos olhos das mulheres e das crianças - umas e outras egocêntricas, fracas e de alma rudimentar - não bastou para colocar de sobreaviso os admiradores da incontinência lacrimal. O homem, verdadeiramente homem, o autêntico vir virtuoso, o sábio honesto, nunca choram ou se porventura a vasilha lacrimal dá indícios de querer transbordar, envergonham-se e escondem-se. Quem sabe realmente sofrer não sabe chorar. Quanto mais profunda a dor, menos se manifesta com as lágrimas."
- Giovanni Papini, Relatório sobre os Homens
7. "The flock gets sight of a spot of blood on some chicken and they all go to peckin' at it, see, till they rip the chicken to shreds, blood and bones and feathers. But usually a couple of the flock gets spotted in the fracas, then it's their turn. And a few more gets spots and gets pecked to death, and more and more. Oh, a peckin' party can wipe out the whole flock in a matter of a few hours, buddy, I seen it. A mighty awesome sight. The only way to prevent it—with chickens—is to clip blinders on them. So's they can't see."
- Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
8. "- Por que a gente não teria o direito de criticar, de achar certas pessoas babacas e fracas, sob pretexto de que teríamos um clima pesado e ciumento? Todo o mundo se comporta como se fôssemos todos iguais, como se fôssemos todos ricos, educados, poderosos, brancos, jovens, belos, machos, felizes, como se todos estivéssemos com boa saúde, como se todos tivéssemos um carrão... Mas isso, obviamente, não é verdade. Por isso, tenho o direito de gritar, de estar de mau humor, de não sorrir idiotamente todo o tempo, de dar a minha opinião quando vejo coisas não-normais e injustas, e até de insultar pessoas. Tenho o direito de protestar."
- Martin Page, How I Became Stupid
9. "The fracas was frequently portrayed in the media as two world-famous Harvard professors brought low by a graduate student from a lesser-known, unorthodox department. This is largely hyperbole. But the clash did illustrate an import aspect of economics—something that the profession shares with other sciences: Ultimately, what determines the standing of a piece of research is not the affiliation, status, or network of the author; it is how well it stacks up to the research criteria of the profession itself. The authority of the work derives from its internal properties—how well it is put together, how convincing the evidence is—not from the identity, connections, or ideology of the researcher. And because these standards are shared within the profession, anyone can point to shoddy work and say it is shoddy.¶¶ This may not seem particularly impressive, unless you consider how unusual it is compared to many other social sciences or much of the humanities."
- Dani Rodrik, Economics Rules: The Rights and Wrongs of the Dismal Science
10. " that ran in continuous thrills through his body. Sebastian sent a lethal glance to Eustace, who was trying to gather his jellylike mass into the far end of the seat. The next time I see you, Sebastian said viciously, no matter what the circumstances, I’m going to kill you. No law, nor weapon, nor God Himself will be able to stop it from happening. So if you value your life, don’t let your path cross mine again. Leaving Eustace in a quivering heap of speechless fear, Sebastian hauled Evie from the vehicle. She clung to him, still trying to regain her breath as she glanced apprehensively around the scene. It appeared that Cam had been alerted to the fracas, and was keeping her two uncles at bay. Brook was on the ground, while Peregrine was staggering backward from some kind of assault, his beefy countenance turning ruddy from enraged surprise. Swaying as her feet touched the ground, Evie turned her face into her husband’s shoulder. Sebastian was literally steaming, the chilly air striking"
- Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter