I don't listen to anything when I'm writing. I need total quiet, which is astounding, given that I spent years working for a newspaper and having to write features surrounded by ringing phones and people shouting.
No use to shout at them to pay attention. If the situations, the materials, the problems before the child do not interest him, his attention will slip off to what does interest him, and no amount of exhortation of threats will bring it back.
You can't truly hear your own voice until the shouting around you disappears. New ideas and possibilities - our own ideas, our own possibilities - will occur only when we step away from the Virtual Panopticon.
I always say to anybody who's going over to America for the first time, 'Whatever you do, go and see a popular mainstream film with a big audience.' Because people shout out. You never get that in Britain. Everybody's so quiet, scared to laugh. It's ...
[Heinrich and two other crewmen carry Kriechbaum to the conning tower ladder] Kriechbaum: Thank you, Heinrich. Heinrich: Don't mention it. Look, the sun's still shining. [shouting] Heinrich: Lift him!
Lindsey Wallace: I'm scared! Laurie: There's nothing to be scared of. Tommy Doyle: Are you sure? [Laurie nods] Tommy Doyle: How? Laurie: I killed him... Tommy Doyle: [shouts] But you can't kill the boogie man!
[while he's kicking Leo on the floor] John Anderton: Is he alive? He's alive. Where've you got him? Is he all right? [shouting] John Anderton: Tell me, you fuck, where is he?
Joe Cox: [shouts] Ha HAA ha-ha HA! The wreckin' crew is here! Where IS that metallic mother... Clarence Boddicker: Zip it up, will you, man? Nothing fancy. Just kill him!
[first lines] Ryan's son: [running to comfort his father] Dad? [flashback to D-Day] LCVP pilot: [shouting out the soldiers on the raft] CLEAR THE RAMP! THIRTY SECONDS! GOD BE WITH YA!
Francis (Franco) Begbie: That lassie got glassed, and no cunt leaves here till we find out what cunt did it. Man: [shouts] Who the fuck are you? Francis (Franco) Begbie: Yeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! [kicks him in the crotch]
Benny: Hey, Quaid! I'm gonna squash you! Douglas Quaid: Benny! Here! Benny: [shouts] Where the fuck are you? Douglas Quaid: [killing him with a large drill] SCREW YOU!
Lieutenant John Chard: [shouting] Front rank fire! Rear rank fire, reload! Lieutenant John Chard: [repeats a few times as one line of soldiers fires and the other kneels and reloads their rifles]
Reverend Otto Witt: [shouting, drunkenly] He breaketh the bow and snappeth the spear in sunder! Color Sgt. Bourne: [under his breath] I shall be exalted among the 'eathens... I shall be exalted in the Earth.
Boxing is the toughest and loneliest sport in the world. You've got all the fans, lots of hangers-on jumping up and shouting different words. But when you actually go in the ring, it's a very lonely and scary place. It's just you and the other guy.
Jazz music, as is also the case with the old down-home spirituals, gospel and jubilee songs, jumps, shouts and moans, is essentially an American vernacular or idiomatic modification of musical conventions imported from Europe, beginning back during t...
Ferris: Fuck you looking at, nigga? Ricky: I'm still trying to find out, [shouts] Ricky: Nigga! Doughboy: What? We got a problem here? [shows gun] Doughboy: We got a problem?
Rocco: Fuckin'- What the fuckin'. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks... [shouts] Rocco: Fuck! Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
I tour a lot and interview a lot. I'm on the Internet and doing stuff. I go out and promote. I've got a bass drum and a sandwich sign and a washboard. You just have to shout louder and louder that you're still alive.
My style of singing has always been referred to 'soul' singing when it fact it's more influenced by English R&B Blues Shouting. I'm closer to Led Zeppelin as a vocalist than to Ella Fitzgerald. It was torture dealing with major labels.
The feeling cannot be described in words, it's mystical; I am changing. Perhaps the soul needed silence so that it can shout to hear the echo from the walls of my heart. It did heard something, Sufism!
There's always the cliche of the choir shouting and clapping. OK, you have to do that, but there's also introspective parts, parts where you just follow someone that's preaching. There's lots of different emotions and moods that a service requires.
