Out of all the guitars in the whole world, the Fender Mustang is my favorite. They're cheap and totally inefficient, and they sound like crap and are very small.
if you like the lovable sound of an asthma attack in your ear every time you tell a joke.
Courting is a much sweeter term than 'dating'. It sounds like it has more intent, more like an agreement that two people enter into with a future in mind.
The sound principle of a topsy-turvy lifestyle in the framework of an upside-down world order has stood every test.
The circumstance is the incredible part, but I always knew in my heart that something was going to be out there, just for the world to notice me. It sounds so cocky, but it's happening.
I hate to sound sort of diffident about it but it strikes me that a lot of people on the right have got active lives and are doing other things.
When I was young, I learned very early on that I could make my mother laugh. And that was one of the greatest sounds I ever heard.
I think my mission is to become the greatest human I can. I know that sounds pompous, but what else do we have?
It's hard to talk about it without sounding like a hippie. But trees are really inspiring to me. They're like the masters of the earth.
His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door.
I know it sounds crazy, but I have had far more connection with my parents after their deaths.
I first started to sing when I started to talk. As soon as I could form words and sounds together, I was singing.
I know how ridiculous this sounds because of the job I do but I don't believe in romanticism and make-believe.
I watched a lot of TV, and it clicked one day that these people were acting. It sounded like the most fun thing ever.
I wanted something very dense, something that would sustain long and more pieces of wood that would be soft, sweet, for more of a mellow sound.
The world needs poetry now more than ever. It's the only thing that can keep music from copying itself and sounding the same.
I use my hands like a sculptor, to mold and shape the sound I want, to clarify.
It might sound ordinary for a woman to find out her husband's cheating on her, but not if you're the woman and it's your husband.
In AR, a falling tree makes no sound unless there is a witness to behold the event. Otherwise, it is only a changing pattern in a complex data-stream.
The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time.
I've learnt to accept what has happened to my voice, I suppose, but I do wish it didn't sound quite so rough.
