Filmgoers are starved for new ideas, voices and visions.
Ive got many different voices - I have a Southern girl, an Irish girl. I have a gibberish language that youd have to decipher. I guess I try to never take myself too seriously.
My goal was to show that even if people work in a garage or a supermarket, they have very funny things to say. We never hear their voices.
I detest heavy perfume and shrill voices.
With more people, there are more voices to tune out.
We haven't done enough work to encourage minorities to strive to make movies. Hollywood is a place full of white male directors - there are many good ones. We just haven't nurtured our voices.
All these screams All these voices in my head
The imaginative young vagabond quickly loses the social instincts that help to make life bearable for other men. Always he hears voices calling in the night from far-away places where blue waters lap strange shores. He hears birds singing and crickets chirping a luring roundelay. He sees the moon, yellow ghost of a dead planet, haunting the earth.
The world is full of many beautiful voices; I will perform with many of them. I love women's voices.
Radio voices have a solid, even texture.
Why is it that when men and women congregate, though the men may beat the women in numbers by ten to one, and through they certainly speak the louder, the concrete sound that meets the ears of any outside listener is always a sound of women's voices?
More voices means less trust in any given voice.
Somehow people have been sold on the idea that only professionals can entertain them, that only professionals can sing or tell jokes. And people are cut out of this creativity loop, and creativity is being limited to these large, centralized voices.
From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.
Poetry is my understanding with the world, my intimacy with things, my participation in what is real, my engagement with voices and images. This is why a poem speaks not of ideal life but of actual life: the angle of a window; the reverberation of streets, cities, rooms; shadows along a wall.
What surprised me was that within a family, the voices of sisters as they're talking are virtually always the same.
Voices and faces aren't manifestations of good or bad.
I am listening for the voices Which I heard in days of old.
We realize the importance of our voices only when we are silenced
He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting up in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: 'To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!