I can't sing. Never been able to sing. I can't do voices very well. Every impression I do sounds the same. I can't dunk. Man, would I give anything to dunk. Just once.
Sounds always fascinated me.
It was a long time ago. I was talking to a friend about astrology, and he mentioned the Seth books. I'd never heard of them, but I intuitively knew they were important to me. It sounds very romantic, but it really was like that. I took an interest in them right away for no reason.
The condom broke. I know how stupid that sounds. It's the reproductive version of the dog ate my homework.
I think it is often easier to make progress on mega-ambitious dreams. I know that sounds completely nuts. But, since no one else is crazy enough to do it, you have little competition. There are so few people this crazy that I feel like I know them all by first name. They all travel as if they are pack dogs and stick to each other like glue. The best people want to work the big challenges.
I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming. . . . This all sounds very strenuous and serious. But now that I have wrestled with it, it's no longer so. I feel happy- deep down. All is well.
I live in the borderlands. The word ghost sounds like memory. The word therapy means exorcism. My visions echo and multiplymultiply. I don't know how to figure out what they mean. I can't tell where they start or if they will end. But I know this. If they shrink my head any more, or float me away on an ocean of pills, I will never return.
The words are all around but the words are only sounds and no one ever seems to listen.
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
I do think, as crazy as it sounds, that sports is an addiction and that it should be accorded some of the same supports as any other addiction.
You put an old Misfits record on, and it sounds like it came out yesterday.
The best advice I have been given is to live in the moment, as cliché as that sounds. It's crazy.
Now between the meanings of words and their sounds there is ordinarily no discoverable relation except one of accident; and it is therefore miraculous, to the mystic, when words which make sense can also make a uniform objective structure of accents and rhymes.
As a cartoonist, my single goal is to create people with whom, for better or for worse - and regardless of how embarrassing it sounds - I can "fall in love" and somehow feel something deeply about, and through.
I'm really into a lot of different music, and a lot of stuff that sounds absolutely nothing like anything on the Mini-Album.
I know it sounds selfish, wanting to do something no one else has done. But that's what you're out here for - to separate yourself from everyone else.
I wanna record these girls individually. And then, I wanna cut a blues album on me. But all of it, original stuff, you know. When I listen to the blues today, it's like they all sounds similar. I wanna do something different, to try to add to the blues flavor.
There's just so much stuff that sounds like Flying Lotus now - I really like what he does, but I don't want to be like him. The new stuff is more experimental.
I do original songs in the style of other artists, where I try to learn all their musical idiosyncrasies and try to do something that sounds like them and yet is a bit more sick and twisted.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.