Quote by Martin Scorsese

Our world is so glutted with useless information, images, useless images, sounds, all this sort of thing. It's a cacophony, it's like a madness I think that's been happening in the past twenty-five years. And I think anything that can help a person sit in a room alone and not worry about it is good.

Our world is so glutted with useless information, images, us

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This quote suggests that the modern world is overwhelmed with an excessive amount of trivial and unnecessary information, such as images and sounds. The speaker believes that this overload has become chaotic, almost insane, especially in the last 25 years. In response to this madness, the quote argues that anything that enables individuals to find solace in solitude and escape from this overwhelming cacophony is beneficial.

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