James Purefoy Quotes

Chatterers are a menace.

Stupid human voices always ruining everything.

Look, maybe I'm just not good at multi-tasking and am, therefore, jealous of those of you who can get in a workout while yammering on your cell phone, but for the love of all that is good and pure, shut your yap!

I have more pet peeves than anybody: people talking in the movie theater, people eating in the movie theater loudly, people being rude, people making noise when you're supposed to be asleep, like drilling noises outside. I could be here all day.

I wish that person outside would stop coughing.

You want to see an angry person? Let me hear a cell phone go off.

I hate mules. I hate the noise when someone walks with mules. Clomp, clomp, clomp. I think it's very not chic. I don't even like a flip-flop. I don't like this noise.

Quit shouting those rerun songs at me.

I feel that too much singing annoys people.

You can be watching the greatest film in the world, and if you hear your neighbor getting into a fight, you're at the window.

When I'm sleeping, if it gets in my face, sometimes it'll wake me up.

I need noise and interruptions and irritation: irritation and discomfort are a great starter. The loneliness of doing it any other way would kill me.

Why do they collect garbarge at 5am? Why? It's garbage. It's not going to go bad again.

They say you cannot make a noise to annoy yourself.

I rode an elevator with a guy who was whistling the tune of 'this is the song that never ends'. Putting that on me? Come on dude.

Turn down the porn soundtrack! Trying to concentrate here!-Shane

A horsefly can't do a horse much real damage, but it can drive it wild anyhow.

Why couldn't I have just made it home without seeing them? I wasn't in the mood to play good freaking Samaritan to Beau and his trashy girlfriend.

Among our articles of lazy hardware, I recommend the faucet that stops dripping when no one is listening to it.

Hey! Leave the door open will ya? The flies haven't been out all day.

He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.

Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?

I ain't quiet.. everybody else is too loud.

The telephone ringing gave me a dreadful start. I have never got used to this machine, the way it crouches so malevolently, ready to start clamouring for attention when you least expect it, like a mad baby.

Critics are like horse-flies which hinder the horses in their plowing of the soil. The horse works, all its muscles drawn tight like the strings on a double-bass, and a fly settles on his flanks and tickles and buzzes. And what does the fly buzz about? It scarcely knows itself; simply because it is restless and wants to proclaim: 'Look, I too am living on the earth. See, I can buzz, too, buzz about anything.'