You can forget anything, and actually being a part of a crowd, of a group, can itself be freeing.
there is a pernicious tendency to make the opinions of the expert prevail by crowd methods, to rush the people instead of educating them.
Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.
I'm not elitist. I like to do crowd-pleasing stuff which is a bit smart, but is just about belly laughs.
In a crowd, on a journey, at a banquet even, a line of thought can itself provide its own seclusion.
To get nowhere, follow the crowd.
Nobody has ever had crowds like Trump has had.
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.
We who are placed above the crowd are not climbing. . . so we are never out of breath.
His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work.
There's a lot of whiners in every crowd.
I don't mind a crowd's not laughing; it's the groans that slow down the show.
I just play to the people I can see. So it's almost like you are playing to the first few rows of the crowd. You can see the faces of the first hundred people, but then it becomes a blur as the crowds disappear over the hill.
I can move any crowd.
No one achieves great things by following the crowd. Have a spine. Strike your own path.
My business is to be talented, that is, to be capable of selecting the important moments from the trivial ones. . . . It's about time for writers - particularly those who are genuine artists - to recognize that in this world you cannot figure out everything. Just have a writer who the crowds trust be courageous enough and declare that he does not understand everything, and that alone will represent a major contribution to the way people think, a long leap forward.
I was never part of the crowd.
What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
Crowds respond to anthemic choruses.
The vulgar crowd values friends according to their usefulness.