Quotes About Randomness

Everything in the world was definitely based only in luck. Some people won Lotto, some people walked down the street and air conditioners fell on their heads, and the rest of the world was somewhere in between. Unfortunately, Joey felt closer to the air conditioner guy than the Lotto guy.

Moshe was an Israeli with an ear-slitting laugh. He used it in the same way as a madman uses a gun, spraying it around with bewildering randomness.

A very small cause which escapes our notice determines a considerable effect that we cannot fail to see, and then we say that the effect is due to chance.

What men call chance is simply their ignorance of causes; if the statement that something had happened by chance were to mean that it had no cause, it would be a contradiction in terms.

Maybe there are stories, even, like solitaire or canasta; they are shuffled and dealt, then they do or they do not come out. Or the deck falls on the floor. Or a piece of country music, a quartet, a parade, the flag—all the things one ought by now to be too old for—touch, whatever it is.

The more I think about things, the more I see no rhyme or reason in life. no one knows why some things work out and some things don't. Why some of us are lucky and some of us get...

we see patterns in the world where there are none because we don't understand just how un-random-looking random sequences can be.

Chance was just an order that you hadn't yet perceived.

Chaos is impatient. It's random. And above all it's selfish. It tears down everything just for the sake of change, feeding on itself in constant hunger. But Chaos can also be appealing. It tempts you to believe that nothing matters except what you want.

How can you possibly reconcile the great inequities of gender – coupled with the perversions of age and the randomness of everything?

To me, chance isn't random. The universe is bound by unseen threads. We have only to untangle them a little to see the pattern unfold.

No wonder, said an Ancient, that chance has so much power over us, since it is by chance that we live.

One more thing about evolution. They keep saying that it's chance, all chance, and that it's simple. Billions of fish kept

The reason lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place is that the same place isn't there the second time.

This tendency toward magic and ritual is almost prevalent enough to be elevated to the level of a law analogous to the second law of thermodynamics, according to which randomness increases within any closed physical system: A religious culture left without strong guidance will tend toward increased ritual and magic.[25]

There's no rhyme or reason to anything that I do. It's whatever seems right at the time.

To me, the appeal of prime numbers had something to do with the fact that you could never predict when one would appear. They seemed to be scattered along the number line at any place that took their fancy.

Randomness, openness to accident and serendipity, spontaneity; artistic risk, emotional urgency and intensity, reader/viewer participation; an overly literal tone, as if a reporter were viewing a strange culture; plasticity of form, pointillism; criticism as autobiography; self-reflexivity, self-ethnography, anthropological autobiography; a blurring (to the point of invisibility)

No random event has ever been empirically demonstrated. Events have been observed which have been interpreted as being based on randomness, but this is merely an inference, and rationalists can advance totally different inferences that never once refer to randomness.

I said to John, "You know that if you walked around the world, your hat would travel thirty-one feet farther than your shoes?" John said, "I dunno, Dave, but before we make a bomb I have to shave half the dog." I nodded. He got up, called to Molly and herded her into my bathroom. I wondered when the soy sauce would take effect.

fiecare ?tie în prezent c? nu suntem aproape nimic altceva decât rodul circumstan?elor în care ne zbatem ?i care ne alc?tuiesc între hazard ?i necesitate.

There is no disorder. Nothing is random or chaotic, only fully perceived or not.

We live in a universe driven by chance," his father had said once, "but the bullshit artists all want causality.

What strange creatures we are, I thought as I stood there. We live, we love, we die with such random joy and grief, excitement and boredom, each mind as individual as a fingerprint, and just as enigmatic. We make up stories to understand ourselves and tell ourselves that they are true, when in fact they only represent an individual impression of one individual fingerprint, no matter how universal we attempt to make them.