I cry out for order and find it only in art.

The line frames “order” as a human need—an urge to make sense of experience, emotion, and the disorder of daily life. Hayes suggests that ordinary reality rarely supplies the coherence we crave; instead, art becomes the place where chaos is shaped into pattern, meaning, and proportion. Read as an actor’s credo, it also implies that performance and artistic craft impose structure on feeling: art does not deny turmoil, but arranges it so it can be understood and shared. The quote thus elevates art from decoration to necessity—an organizing principle that offers clarity, consolation, and a kind of truth unavailable elsewhere.