I'd love to do radio plays. I think that one should be open to everything and shouldn't limit oneself.
I love the fact that 35 years later, I still hear my songs on the radio.
I would have to say News Radio is the highlight of my career. I love the character so much.
My parents played the radio, but music was never an obsession or something that I thought I could call a career.
When you go to the Opry for a show or hear it on the radio, you get the whole circle of country music.
We're a gumbo of American music, and aren't ashamed to play pop or soul or rock because we all grew up on radio.
I still tune in to the radio and listen to pop music and enjoy it as much as I ever have.
And music was a very important part of our lives. The radio was on all day.
I spent many a summer early morning with the radio very low, half sleeping and half listening.
You don't really hear a female perspective on the radio, because so many of the songs are being written by men.
When you're doing a radio show, you can express yourself.
I like radio and live performing stuff. I don't like the television stuff as much.
It feels so satisfying to hear a song I wrote come out of the radio.
Most television could be presented by a dachshund. Radio can't, although there are a lot of dachshunds in there.
I'm a big fan of martial arts films, novels and radio programs.
Dr. Alan Grant: [Dr. Grant gets back in the car after checking with the other car for a working radio] Their radio is out too. Gennarro said to stay put. Dr. Ian Malcolm: The kids OK? Dr. Alan Grant: I didn't ask. Why wouldn't they be? Dr. Ian Malcol...
Frank Booth: Hey, neighbor! You shit-for-brains, man! You forgot I have a police radio! One well-dressed fuckin' man knows where your fuckin' cute little butt's hidin'! Stupid fuck! Fuck with me, man! Here I come, ready or not! You fuck! I can hear y...
Murphy: [getting the drop on two criminals] Hey! Don't move. [Dougy picks up a shot gun and Murphy shoots him dead. Emil grabs his shotgun but just holds it, knowing Murphy's got him dead to rights] Murphy: Go ahead and do it. Dead or alive, you're c...
Were it not for frustration and humiliation I suppose the human race would get ideas above its station.
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show
His name was Rambo, and he was just some nothing kid for all anybody knew, standing by the pump of a gas station at the outskirts of Madison, Kentucky.
