He's very fast and if he gets a yard ahead of himself nobody will catch him.
I've always zoomed through life in a vain attempt to keep up with my sprinting brain. If I have to choose between doing something quickly and doing it right, I often select the speedier option.
Social and digital media is a bullet train, and that bullet train is not coming home.
It has no rhythm, but it will because it's so much faster.
We must improve our time; time goes with rapid foot.
And I feel faster than the speeding light.
We live in a world defined by the rapid pace of technological change.
His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.
Just speed, raw speed, blinding speed, too much speed.
I ran like a thing that runs.
Everything in my life happens really fast.
It's just different today. Nobody seems to last too long these days. I wouldn't know how to get started today.
Fast tempo is essential for success; do it, fix it, try it!
My real bottom-line hypothesis is that nobody has a sweet clue what they’re doing. Therefore you better be trying stuff at an insanely rapid pace. You want to be screwing around with nearly everything. Relentless experimentation was probably important in the 1970s-now it’s do or die.
Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.
In this day and age of things moving so, so fast, we still long for things to stop, and we as a society love the still image. Every time there is some terrible or great moment, we remember the stills.
The 3D-printing technology has been developing at a very rapid pace.
TV is all about speed. TV is fast and furious. It's gunslinger territory.
The pace of this match is really accelerating, by which I mean it's getting faster all the time.
I had never done a 90-minute play with no intermission, so it is a bit like you get onto the train and you don't get off until it's over - and it's over very quickly, so don't miss a moment of it. That experience is very rare and specific so don't miss a minute, because there aren't very many minutes of it.
It's insane how quickly everything's changed. I always feel like I'm running hard to catch up.
The world is changing so quickly, it's hard to get anything right for long.
The evolution of the sport is so fast, if you slow down for a second, you're past.
The mare set off for home with the speed of a swallow, and going as smoothly and silently. I never had dreamed of such a motion, fluent and graceful, and ambient, soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers, but swift as the summer lightening.
We live in an age lit by lightnin'; after the flash, we're blind again.
