James Thurber Quotes

I was often in the pit lane, the noise was indescribable and I've no doubt that is why my hearing was affected.

I hate the way CDs just drone on for bloody hours and you stop caring.

Emptie vessels sound most.

Our opposition will never understand the Democratic Party. Our Party is--to the unpracticed eyes of the old Republican Tories--a mysterious contraption that usually seems to be moving in a thousand directions. What they don't know is what hurts them. For all that movement in the Democratic Party is caused by the internal combustion of creative ferment, of ideas, of people vigorously committed to the proposition that change and social progress are not only to be desired; they are necessities of twentieth-century America.

Roosters: The cry of the male chicken is the most barbaric yawp in all of nature.

Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with.

The sound when we crash is so loud it's almost impossible.

I wanted to be an actor, an astrologer, an astronaut; a lot of different things were going through my mind. But I also wanted to play guitar. I mentioned to my parents that I wanted an electric guitar for Christmas. They got me one! I sat there all Christmas morning making a lot of loud horrible noise.

A friend of mine gave me a Philip Glass record. I listened to it for five hours before I realized it had a scratch on it.

Cobbles and kettledrums! ...I hope this madness isn't going to end in a moonlit climb and broken necks.

All I heard was the blood rushing through my ears, and the distant rumble and crackle of the Lake of Fire. (And Khufu scratching himself and grunting, but that was nothing new.)

Jake leaned on the horn, swearing loudly. Gina covered her eyes. Doc flung his arms around me, burying his face in my lap, and Dopey, to my great surprise, began to scream like a girl, very close to my ear.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

In the same way that when the car got going, people thought it would be an electric car, people thought it would be a steam car. Actually, the dark horse in that race was internal combustion, but because of the energy density of gasoline and discovery of oil in large amounts at that point in first Pennsylvania and then Texas, it won out over those other two, to the point that those other two are actually viewed as obscure footnotes in history.

A screaming comes across the sky.

Clarinet n. An instrument of torture operated by a person with cotton in his ears. There are two instruments worse than a clarinet – two clarinets.

turns me on so loud it's like no sound, everybody yelling at me hands over their ears from behind a glass wall, faces working around in talk circles but no sound from the mouths. my sound soaks up all other sound.

Everything in nature takes its form from the sphere, the cone and the cylinder.

I'd take a Bromo, but I can't stand the noise.

Percy yelled. "What's going- Gah! Shrimpzilla!

If the deaf are to hear the sound has to be very loud

The screech and mechanical uproar of the big city turns the citified head, fills citified ears - as the song of birds, wind in the trees, animal cries, or as the voices and songs of his loved ones once filled his heart. He is sidewalk-happy.

There's no noise like the Anfield noise - and I love it!

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.