I'll probably never produce a masterpiece, but so what? I feel I have a Sound aborning, which is my own, and that Sound if erratic is still my greatest pride, because I would rather write like a dancer shaking my ass to boogaloo inside my head, and p...
[On Chopin's :] "His genius was filled with the mysterious sounds of nature, but transformed into sublime equivalents in musical thought, and not through slavish imitation of the actual external sounds. His composition of that night was surely filled...
He liked to start sentences with okay, so. It was a habit he had picked up from the engineers. He thought it made him sound smarter, thought it made him sound like them, those code jockeys, standing by the coffee machine, talking faster than he could...
He had laid his head back until his scalp had contacted his spine, that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose in the auditorium like a wind coming from all four directions, low and terrifying, rumbling up from the ground beneath the floor...
Now drawing four fingers up the sides of her stomach, my hands create a kind of invisible wave that sounds beneath her skin. Molding her torso every which way as if it were clay for me to experiment, I study the lines of her iridescent form flowing i...
Belgium! name unromantic and unpoetic, yet name that whenever uttered has in my ear a sound, in my heart an echo, such as no other assemblage of syllables, however sweet or classic, can produce. Belgium! I repeat the word, now as I sit alone near mid...
Discussing it later, many of us felt we suffered a mental dislocation at that moment, which only grew worse through the course of the remaining deaths. The prevailing symptom of this state was an inability to recall any sound. Truck doors slammed sil...
Prince Humperdinck: You truly love each other? Then you might have been truly happy! No couple in a century has that chance, no matter what the storybooks say. And so I think no man in a century will suffer as greatly as you will [Throws the lever on...
Colette: [to Linguini] How do you tell how good bread is without tasting it? Not the smell, not the look, but the *sound* of the crust. Listen. [she presses the bread between her hands] Colette: Oh, symphony of crackle. Only great bread sound this wa...
Igor: What is this? Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Schwartzwalder Kirschtorte. The Monster: [off-screen] MMMMMMM! Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Oh, do you like it? I'm not partial to desserts myself, but this is excellent. Igor: Who are you talking to? Dr...
I WALK IN / I SEE YOU / I WATCH YOU / I SCAN YOU / I WAIT FOR YOU / I TICKLE YOU / I TEASE YOU / I SEARCH YOU / I BREATHE YOU / I TALK / I SMILE / I TOUCH YOUR HAIR / YOU ARE THE ONE / YOU ARE THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO ME / YOU ARE MY OWN / I SHOW YOU ...
Sometimes I think you don't really believe the things you say; you just like the sound of yourself having opinions.
You make them sound human." "Aren't they? A lot of monsters are human." She couldn't argue with that.
You make me sound like an arrogant ass," he said. "Are you?" "No! I'm just me.
You’re starting to sound like one of those songs that DJ’s play when they wanna clear out the dancefloor.
The sidewalks flash silver with mica. Skyline smeared with geese. By way of recognition I lost the sound of your voice.
Odd as this might sound, I suppose I’m glad you’re here, Jacob. [Edward Cullen]
...unquestioning automatons blindly marching to the beat - an eerie crunching sound hoards of shuffling feet... (from silent moments)
The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.
She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.
I couldn't hear anything or anyone, there was only the sound of our sex and the smell of books.
