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Chaos is Order Reorganizing!
We ran like a herd of wild cattle.
Hurry boys, hurry, we have to make a quick change or the hour will be up.
The order you seek is the chaos you feel.
I'm a tired runner in the human race.
I'm at my best in a messy, middle-of-the-road muddle.
Pack pack kill kill
Awake,chaos:we have napped.
This is a strange game.
My wits begin to turn.
bunched formation of fighter planes, it
Football tactics are rapidly becoming as complicated as the chemical formula for splitting the atom.
Life is chaos. Time is order.
Sunday was a day when players could not dispatch their doubles. Instead, clones went to the garage, where they studied educational ...
In trying to scramble out of a hole, it sometimes digs it deeper.
If the wind doesn't blow...row
Blitz chess kills your ideas.
It's the old shell game.
There's a certain amount of disorder that has to be reorganized.
The madness all over
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity
Time is round, and it rolls quickly.
You never know what is waiting for you around the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.
Gentlemen, let's go row!
We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare."
"Scrabble?" He sounds surprised. "Scrabble's great."
"Not when you're playing with a family of geniuses, it's not. They all put words like 'iridiums'. And I put 'pig'.
Dance on the edge of mystery.
chased by the shadows of clouds.
Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardry. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.
We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.
We fell. We got up. We ran.
Chaos is order yet undeciphered.
It takes all the running you can do just to keep in the same place.
Parking lots and chaos.
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
Running like a bunny with his tail on fire.
Chaos is the first step in the creative process.
Even in chaos, there is order, purpose, and strange meaning that invites - but often thwarts - our investigation and our understanding.
Chaos is a friend of mine.
Obstacles are there to get around, climb over or scramble through.
Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.
Combinatorics, a sort of glorified dice-throwing.
Order arise from chaos.
Sorting gets harder as time goes on
it requires a sort of ruthless decisiveness, while indecision results in endless dithering. Five moves, they say, equal a fire. But those who haven't moved may begin to need a fire. [p. 38]
You see? I have the run of this place." "Run? More like the zombie shuffle."-Yianna & Motti
Mischief Managed.
The scheme of a game is played on positional lines; the decision of it, as a rule, is effected by combinations.
I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on
Deep down we are all still runners
Shuffling really isn't something you should be doing on your deathbed.
Around them small animals scampered along knotted cables and flaking vines, chirruping, squealing, venting yellow farts. Everywhere was animation, purpose, hurry. Momentum.
Golf is a puzzle without an answer.
crows going in flocks and wolves in packs, but the lion and the eagle are solitaires.
The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate.
We're like dominoes, Beckett and I. I've tipped us forward until everything is set in motion. I can't stop us from colliding. I should enjoy the fall while it lasts. But I know the end is coming too. The quiet. The day where everything has fallen and there's nothing left but a mess.
Chaos is a name for any order that produces confusion in our minds.
It takes some real hard running to stay in the same place
Caleb scowled into the darkness.
"Hate sneaking around," he complained. "Wish I could just blow the place up."
Then, with nothing else to declare, he set off again and Franz and Jimmy had to scramble to keep up.
The morning sleeper Has much undone The quick will catch the prize.
Lunch can wait. Everything can wait. Time to run.
Chasing after you..again
brushed with the first crimson of sunrise. On the oval track the comb marks of the rakes in the dirt showed no footsteps; Saul always ran better on fresh earth. He stripped and tossed
i rearrange the jagged stars of your past
The race was on; the souls of the racers were in it; over them bent the myriads.
Things are about to get crazy.
Rushing, rushing, rushing. We are always rushing. Never have enough time here, always trying to make our way there. Need to have left here five minutes ago, need to be there now.
There is rhythm in chaos - even within the cacophony of the mind.
Wiggle like a stick, wobble like a duck, that's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck.
When fools rush in, rush out.
And the game begins anew.
Hurry is not just a disordered schedule. Hurry is a disordered heart.
Covertly the hands of a great clock go round and round! Were they to move quickly and at once the whole secret would be out and the shuffling of all ants be done forever.
If you could see the competition across the room, you'd tuck tail and run.
Hush, said a wave. Rush, said its fellow
Decluttering creates chaos before the calm.
When we were locked and loaded, he led the way and we jogged in silence.
Actually, I jogged in silence, my feet and movements soundless. Greg jogged like a large man who used to be a Marine.
Crunch.
Crash.
Smash.
Snap.
Crack.
Amateur.
Troubles run.
Fast and far . . .
Past the mountains
Behind a star.
When the clock struck twelve, you dropped whatever you were doing and you went and ate your lunch. You had to have your priorities straight, and Alvin Hobbs figured his priorities were as straight as an arrow. Hunting
The race is long. To finish first, you must first finish.
Go Fast! Go Hard! Finish! And Win the Day!
A runners creed: I will win; if I cannot win, I shall be second; if I cannot be second, I shall be third; if I cannot place at all, I shall still do my best.
It is your restlessness that causes chaos.
It's a serve and pass game.
Chaos leads to brilliance.
Order marches with weighty and measured strides. Disorder is always in a hurry.
Humans are not as unsophisticated as mulch wrigglers, they can see the writing on the wall. Is it any surprise, that among the ones who look outward, the real debate is not over whether to run, but over how far and how fast?
the clock is ticking
Zigzag... don't bunch up. Weave like a drunk on New Year's... Got it?
We the erratic keep terrible time.
First of all, don't mix your hairpins up with mine! You ... Oh! All right, mix your muck with mine. Mix it! Mix your rags with my tatters! Mix it all up ...
I want to create a little chaos and make people's heads turn.
Chaos is the penance for leisure.
Move, hunt, kill. Like lather, rinse, and repeat.
The night moves at the speed of panic.
We get into ruts when we run with the first idea that pops into our head, not the last one.
I like to compete.
Racing down the kingsroad, as if to outrun his doubts.
There is nothing quite so gentle, deep, and irrational as running
and nothing quite so savage, so wild.
I don't function well in chaos, whether it be my sheets or the dishwasher.
In this business, it takes all the running you can do just to stay in the same place. The