#sounds

All old music was modern once, and much more of the music of yesterday already sounds more old-fashioned than works which were written three centuries ago. ↗

— Peter Warlock

#already #centuries #modern #more #much

The way I teach people to sing... I have them talk the lyric out until it sounds like something they really believe, like an actor with a monologue. ↗

— Margaret Whiting

#believe #i #like #lyric #monologue

The problem is, I don't think I've got too much to offer at the minute. I'm busy working on myself. This sounds like real therapy talk, but it's like, you've got to be happy with yourself before you can go out and get yourself a girl. ↗

— Robbie Williams

#before #busy #busy working #get #girl

It sounds so cheesy, but there's something very powerful about looking in the mirror and asking yourself a question. Because I think it's really hard to lie. ↗

— Kristen Wiig

#asking #because #cheesy #hard #i

When we were making KONG, I went into the sound room and made an aria of horror sounds. I was in charge of it; there was no one there to listen to me. I was totally in charge of what I wanted to do. ↗

— Fay Wray

#charge #horror #i #into #king kong

The sweetest of all sounds is praise. ↗

— Xenophon

#sounds #sweetest

This sounds really lame, but I'm pretty proud of my feet. ↗

— Torrie Wilson

#i #lame #pretty #proud #really

I was listening to the first record the other day, and it sounds remarkably contemporary. ↗

— Chris Bailey

#day #first #i #listening #other

What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad’s voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of kettles that sings the chorus of “Yellow Submarine,” which is a song by the Beatles, who I love, because entomology is one of my raisons d’être, which is a French expression that I know. Another good thing is that I could train my anus to talk when I farted. If I wanted to be extremely hilarious, I’d train it to say, “Wasn’t me!” every time I made an incredibly bad fart. And if I ever made an incredibly bad fart in the Hall of Mirrors, which is in Versailles, which is outside of Paris, which is in France, obviously, my anus would say, “Ce n’étais pas moi!” What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboard down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#sounds #humor

But there were too many points at which the other self could invade the self he wanted to preserve, and there were too many forms of invasion: certain words, sounds, lights, actions his hands or feet performed, and if he did nothing at all, heard and saw nothing, the shouting of some triumphant inner voice that shocked him and cowed him. ↗

— Patricia Highsmith

#inner-voice #inner-voicery #invasion #life #lights