I have a little bit of an out-of-body experience where I enjoy the scenario, and I really do like seeing a crowd turn into a mob, and I do nothing to stop it. People can become really dangerous.
You are always concentrated on the inner thing. The moment one becomes aware of the crowd, performs for the crowd, it is spectacle.
Do not let the endless succession of small things crowd great ideals out of sight and out of mind.
Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.
If you are after truth, let your shadow be the only shadow around you! Stay away from the crowds!
How much more intense is the excitement wrought in the feelings of a crowd by the contemplation of human agony, than that brought about by the most appalling spectacles of inanimate matter.
You can't manufacture the feeling of being in a small crowd and connecting on every single level to the very last person in the very last row in the back.
A crowd is an elemental thing. A word, a glance, and a crowd becomes a mob.
And in the end, I lost him. I did it on purpose, the way Garance lost Baptiste in the crowd. I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.
If someone in the crowd spits at you, you have just got to swallow it.
It's better to walk alone, than with a crowd going in the wrong direction.
A bag of bones can slip through small cracks in a crowd effortlessly.
Add in the good stuff - eventually it will crowd out the bad stuff.
The crowds can be very loud, especially when you're playing in the evening.
It's good to do stand-up. It kind of wakes you up and makes you feel like you're doing something. You got the crowd right there. That's all fun.
I draw from the crowd a lot.
A foreign observer is struck by our gentleness: by the orderly behaviour of the English crowds, the lack of pushing and quarrelling, the willingness to form queues.
Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?
Beauty crowds me till I die. Beauty, mercy have on me! Yet if I expire to-day Let it be in sight of thee!
Like a blazing comet, I've traversed infinite nights, interstellar spaces of the imagination, voluptuousness and fear. I've been a man, a woman, an old person, a little girl, I've been the crowds on the grand boulevards of the capital cities of the West, I've been the serene Buddha of the East, whose calm and wisdom we envy. I've known honor and dishonor, enthusiasm and exhaustion. . . . I've been the sun and the moon, and everything because life is not enough.